Title: Explaining Rick (or What the Guard Saw)
Author: BeBeGrande

Email: [email protected]
Rating: Slash, m/m R (language and sex), AU
Episode related: "What Goes Around Comes Around"
Summary: I don't know if it was just the edited version I taped off of A&E, but in the episode Rick's presence was never explained. Because of that little oversight, I submit for your considersation my version....

Explaining Rick (or What the Guard Saw)

----Alternate scene from "What Goes Around Comes Around"----

by BeBeGrande

He was sitting in the beat-up red truck wearing his faded blue denim pants and shirt outfit. The truck he was sitting in was not the vehicle he had come to work in earlier in the day. I saw him when he came in most mornings. Naw, this truck belonged to a guy that had been hanging around the track for the last two weeks. Tall, lanky fella, wears a cowboy hat. So, anyways the dude in the truck, who I find out has been hired as a "wheel man" to the hotshot driver on the circuit Dwayne Bellwood, is a lean and muscular blond guy who really knows his onions about tires. Quiet type. Not exactly stuck up but just not a whole lot to say to anybody, if you know what I mean.

I noticed that The Blond had started talking to The Hat dude on a sorta kinda regular basis a few days after his arrival. They would either have lunch together or go for little walks. They seemed real comfortable with each other right off. I never seen The Blond smile and laugh as much around anyone as he did with this guy. Their conversations would be very animated with a little more touching than most men do. It was rather fun to watch them be like that with each other and I said to myself, "Well, I guess you never know where you'll find happiness."

Of course like Murphey's law says, 'Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong'. I mean, no sooner had I just had it all fixed in my mind that these two were a match made in heaven, so to speak, than it all came crashing down. It happened yesterday. I went to lunch at my regular time and as I was going back to my vehicle I heard these raised voices coming from the storage shed. Well, it turned out to be the Blond and the Hat. And I mean they were really going at it. I couln't really understand what was being said from where I was standing and it all the time did not sound like the Blond was yelling in English, too. Sounded a little like German actually. Although as I think of it now. *they* weren't really arguing at all. The Blond was doing most of the yelling. He was really giving The Hat what my mom used to call 'Holy Hell'. And the funniest thing was that The Hat was just taking it. Taking it with a sort of bemused smile on his face. It wasn't like he couldn't "defend his position" if you know what I'm saying: I mean, he was easily 5 inches taller and certainly looked a whole lot meaner, but there he was letting this pretty boy Blond give him what for.

Well, Sir, I could only think to myself 'Nothing good ever lasts.' I thought The Hat and The Blond were washed up for sure after that little set to. But, here it is the next day and, you figure tempers have probably cooled down and everybody decides to let bygones be bygones. And now I see The Blond sitting in the Hat's truck. I guess maybe they made it up with each other. Of course, I don't know but maybe The Blond ain't just lying in wait. Sort of like a rattlesnake under a rock..

Well, you know me (or maybe you don't) and how I love a good fight --- as long as I aint in it! I know I shouldn't have but I decide that maybe this was a good time to hang around a little while, just in case, you know, something maybe... happens. Yeah, that's it.

After a little while, The Hat comes moseying along towards his truck. He stops short some when he spots The Blond in the drivers seat. He looked around kind of guilty like, but he keeps on walking. Well, I figure this is either going to be a pleasant but boring discussion or it's about to become to biggest wangdoodle of the century. From where I was standing I couldn't hear too good but I sure could see. The Hat stopped at the drivers side door as The Blond rolled down the window. I was kind of warm out and I can see from where I am that the Blond had his shirt open, I reckon, to about his navel. He was tanned some and hairless and if I do say so myself he really looked...kinda....well, kinda...I guess sexy is the only way I can describe him. I have seen him up close, you understand, and he does have about the bluest eyes you have ever seen and even I can tell he works out from the overall look of him.

Yeah, he was sitting in the driver's seat of that truck looking all tanned and sexy and blond and I wondered to myself 'Now what the hell is he trying to prove?' I mean whatever it is he wanted I guess he felt this was the best way to go about getting it. So anyways, when the window was rolled down, they stared at each other for about 15 seconds. Then they exhanged a few words. The Hat, surprisingly to me anyway, did not look very mad. Then the Blond unlocked the door and slid over some. The Hat opened the door and got in.

Now, what happened next is something that shocked the living hell out of me. Mainly because I did not expect it. I mean I wouldn't believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes. The Blond, as I said, only slid over a little bit on the bench seat of the truck. He made no attempt to move over any more and so when The Hat got in, they were sitting real close together. The Hat didn't seem to mind though. In fact, it was at this point he put his arms around the Blond and pulled him closer and gave him a long slow kiss on the lips!

Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I never woulda took The Hat for that kind of guy. But, as I did say, The Blond was looking particularly sexy that day and maybe The Hat just could not help himself. And him, The Blond, he just seemed to eat this up with a spoon. He put his arms around The Hat and held on tight. Well sir, they really got down to some serious necking, and the kisses got a little longer and a little more passionate. The Hat, at one point, pushed his hat back on his head and bent it down a little and began licking The Blonds nipples. This got, shall we say, a favorable reaction out of him. I could almost hear The Blond moaning from where I was. The Hat worked on his nips good too, alternating from one to the other for about 10 minutes. I could only imagine he must have been getting pretty creative with his hands too, from the shades of red The Blond was turning. The Hat evidently was enjoying being in control of this situation because it looked like everytime The Blond would try to touch him back in any way, The Hat would swat his hands away and carry on with what he was doing.

Anyway, as I said, this went on for about 10 minutes and then The Hat leaned back up again. Their eyes locked again a little bit and they spoke again briefly and then they got out of the truck. They loosely clasped hands and then The Blond started them both walking towards my way. Well, I hadn't expected that, but I was not about to leave either at this point. So I quickly found myself a place to hide among the tires. By this time I had figured out that this meetng was somehow pre-arranged because The Blond led The Hat to a place in an ill-lit corner where it was already laid out with an air mattress and clean wrap blankets. Once there, The Hat started kissing The Blond again and then he rapidly stripped him of his denim shirt. Yes, Sir that guy really does take care of himself. It was probably due to a combination of the heat and their mutual exursions, but The Blond was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that really accentuated his muscles. The Hat must have noticed this too as he started rubbing his hands slowly over his arms and back. He also relented and allowed the Blond to remove his light jacket and his shirt. He also slowly started unbuttoning his jeans.

It was during this process that I finally heard them speak and learned their names: The Hat gasped when his jeans were opened and he felt The Blond reach in and started to slowly caress his sex. "A.J! Oh A.J.! God that feels good!" he moaned.

"You like that do you, Rick? I am going to make you feel so good. Oh yeah, Rick. You know that little redhead doesn't love you half as much as I do. I am going to drive that little tramp right out of your mind."

Oooooh, so, now I know why The Hat, or Rick, was being so humble when The Blond, or A.J., was giving him what for the other day. He had got caught cheating with some flame dame. Or at least that's how this A.J. took it. I guess he meant to take back what he felt was his.

to be continued......