Not for you (FIN)

>"What are you staring at?" Dom asked, standing in the shower and looking over his shoulder just as he did over a week ago. Damn, he still looked gorgeous; even more now than back then with his tan he had acquired in Houston.

"Nothing I haven't seen before." I mumbled with a dizzy mind and closed the door.

Damn.

I was feeling hot and cold all over. My first thought was that I definitely needed a shower, and a cold one at that. My shower was occupied, though.... Not that I would have minded to storm in there right now and just take what I wanted...

No! That was out of question. In there was a friend of mine, and one I didn't want to lose just because I suddenly felt some kind of urgent need. Shit! What options did I have?

Going to Michael's trailer was so out of question. He would know the moment he'd open the door.

Some fresh air would do me good, I though. So I grabbed the keys of my car and drove off, driving around the slowly emptying camp. I was a bit drunk, but I didn't care. I was still certain that I could control my car; besides, this wasn't exactly a street I had to control it on.

The roof and windows down, I drove through the warm night air.

Fuck. This short image of Dom in the shower had brought it all back.

I wondered what his muscles would feel like beneath my hands. I asked myself what he would taste like, and that thought was not limited to his lips. He knew, so I doubted he would dare touch my face, but how would he touch me in other places? Would he go slowly, would he be the Fearless Leader and just take me? I didn't know what I preferred.

But would he even want me?

Now where did those thoughts come from? Feiglinge, I thought. The most evil invention of mankind.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the car driving beside mine until the driver shouted at me.

I turned my head, seeing a too young guy, about beginning to mid twenties, with a too old, dark car, something from the seventies, standing beside me, smiling over.

"Wanna race?"

"You better take daddy's precious car home, boy." I said. "No chance you could win."

"That's my GTO, was a gift. And I bet I could."

Taking a second look at the car as soon as he had told me what it was, which I couldn't recognize at first, an evil idea overwhelmed me. "Would race for your car?"

"Would race for a night?"

"Accepted." I said. In fact, in my current state, I wouldn't mind to lose, I thought. Boy was mild on the eye... and the backside of a naked Dom was still confusing my dizzy mind.

We drove to the off-track race track, the place where the illegal races were held. Only very few people were still racing; the ones that had enough money were already gone. I was lucky, no one of Team Toretto was in sight. I was so sure they would stop me as soon as they would hear...

"Race for what?" Asked the guy at the starting line - even in unofficial racing, there were rules; this included someone witnessing the prize. If the loser wouldn't give it... he'd be fucked.

"For his car." I said.

"For a night with her." The guy said.

"Interesting trophies," the flag guy said, laughing taking several steps back.

Flag went up... counting... flag went down. Off we raced.

I let him take the lead so that he thought I was running out of power, always having my finger hovering over the red button attached to the back of my steering wheel.

...a hundred yards, guy still leading. I shifted earlier than I would have needed to, letting him believe I was really running out of power. And the guy, obviously not having too much race experience, didn't take his GTO to full speed when he saw me drop behind.

...two hundred yards... guy still leading.

...three hundred yards... guy still leading, still getting slower.

...three hundred fifty yards... pushing the pedal to the medal... button pressing.

Off I went, barely winning by my hood's length, then, finally, slowing down.

He jumped out of his car. "That was unfair! I thought you were..."

"Running out of power? Yes, boy, that's one of the cheap tricks in racing."

"I almost won!" He protested.

"Winning's winning." I stated, walking over to his, uhm - my car. "Drive that to my trailer? If you do, I'll drive you home." I said, smiling.

"You don't really want my car, right?"

"Oh believe me, I do." I said.

"But you can't take it from me!" He said, starting to walk backwards... right into two of the approaching off-track race guards.

"Problem here?" One of them, highly towering over the boy, said.

"Not really. He's, well, you know, not so happy with the fact that he just lost his car."

"It's alright, it's alright." The boy said quickly. "I'll drive it back to her trailer."

"Don't you dare do anything else, boy." The guard grumbled. "We have your registration so we know where you are and we'll collect it if you don't hand it over."

I think I never saw anyone jump as fast in a car as he did. I smiled at the guard, then went back to my own car, a satisfied smile on my face.

He parked his car at the backside of the trailer, then came over to mine. He was unsure, a bit quivering.

"Don't worry." I said as he got in. "All of us have lost the first races."

"But how do I explain this to my dad? It was a gift."

"Dad will buy you a different car." I said.

His eyes lit up. "Great! I've liked the new Porsche more, anyway..."

Okay, now I knew that money wasn't really the problem here and congratulated myself for winning something I so knew I could please someone else with.

"Drive me home?" He said.

"Sure." I was just about to start the engine when his hand stopped mine from turning the key.

"What about the night?" He said, looking at me.

"You lost?!"

"Don't you think you owe me something for my car...?" He asked, his face coming closer.

"I don't, but what the fuck, I'm in the mood." I said.

I had learned from previous encounters of this kind that it was best to avoid any face touching by doing it first. So I grabbed his face, pulled it closer to mine and kissed him.

In fact, I closed my eyes and pretended to kiss Dom. The two things that kept me from actually believing this were the facts that this guy wasn't bald and he also didn't have as many muscles as Dom. Nevertheless, his skin felt nice under my hands, of which one was already roaming under his shirt.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me over on his seat, kissing harder.

Gods, that felt too good. "Dom." I mouthed into the guy's neck without sound, still pretending.

A hand found its way under my shirt, exploring my rib cage; a bit too slow for my current taste.

"Touch me." I said. "Use both hands."

I was sitting on his lap, pulled the shirt over my head, throwing my bra away towards the front window; but somehow, it ended up flying out of the partially opened side window.

He took my breasts in both hands, twisting my nipples between his fingers. A small sigh escaped my lips. "Harder!" I said, a little louder than I wanted to. That felt too good...

And he did. He kissed me again, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I let my hand run over his back. Damn, he was really lacking the muscles...

He stopped sucking my tongue, sliding his mouth down my right cheek - a move I was speeding up by turning my face to the left, leaving it in that position. Then his teeth were on my neck, biting, nibbling, sucking. Together with his hands twisting my nipples, I felt a sudden need for air, breathing in, hissing, opening my eyes.

Just to see Dom staring at me from the trailer's back window.

Fuck.

"Boy..." I said, my voice raw from the kissing and the alcohol.

"Hmmm?" He muffled into my shoulder.

"Ever heard of Dom Toretto?" I heard my trailer's door being slammed open.

"Sure, why?" The guy said.

"Well, better prepare yourself for a meet and greet." I said, pushing him away from me, covering my bare breasts with my hands. The Fearless Leader just came storming around the trailer's back end, just wearing shorts - and a really, really menacing expression on his face.

Dom practically tore my car's door open; I was just wondering that it didn't end up in his hand considering the force he used.

"What the fuck?" He shouted, looking angry and confused from the guy to me and back.

I smiled at him. "Hi Dom. Dom, this is... what was your name?"

"Huh?" Made the guy, too surprised to answer properly.

"Uhm, this is Huh - Huh, this is Dom. I just won Huh's car, and was just about to drive him home..."

"The fuck you will." Dom growled and picked me up from the guy's lap as if I had no weight. "You better make good use of your shoes, boy. When I come back in ten seconds to lock the car, I don't want to see even just a hair of you. Leave your car keys and the papers on the dashboard."

Having that said he carried me into the trailer, his face etched with a deep frown and a very grim expression. Inside, I was dropped in the shower. "Don't even think about moving!" he shouted, storming back outside. I just stared after him, not able to say a word.

I heard my car's doors being slammed outside, then Dom came running back in, dropping various keys and papers on the table and finally coming to a halt in the shower's door, where he stood, arms crossed over him, leaning to the doorframe.

"Take your fucking clothes off!"

"Dom, I don't think I want to..."

"Take the clothes off, or I'll do! There's not much left of them, anyway!" He shouted at me.

I turned my back on him, did as I was told, was pushed into the shower and turned the water on. A strange tingling ran over my back, which was not just warm water. In any other situation, I would have panicked about his reaction. Right now... it seemed stimulating, in a strange, very wrong kind of way. Feiglinge. Gotta love them...

"Shower." He ordered. "Wash that... little freak's smell off you. What the hell did you do there, anyway?"

"Believe it or not, but I was just about to have sex." I tried to defeat myself neither wholeheartedly nor successfully.

"I gathered that. I thought you didn't like to be touched?"

"In my face. Told you before. I still like sex, though. Also told you before. Not my fault if you didn't believe it." I said, pouring shower gel into my hand.

"And why on earth did you get that idea just ten minutes after seeing me in the shower?" He was still shouting at me, obviously also a bit affected by his share of the alcohol; so my reply came out a little more harsh than I had intended it to be.

"Well, actually I got that idea the moment I saw you in the shower, and you have three guesses where that came from!" I snapped. "Oh, fuck it, Dom! One can only look at delicious ice cream for a limited time before wanting to take a bite, even if it's poisoned!"

Shit. Did I really just say that? I didn't dare to look back to him.