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Vacancy	By : Nevuela Category: +1 through F > Cars Views: 5848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Cars, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary: A certain racecar gets cozy at the Cone.
VACANCY
Sunset. A bright neon NO flickers to life beside the word VACANCY under the Cozy Cone Motel sign, and a faint electric hum floats out on the August breeze. She smiles coyly as she checks in her last customer of the night. He grins back in that smug way of his that always has her annoyed and swooning at the same time. Some might say he’s come a long way from the arrogant hotrodder chasing after a Piston Cup, but Sally knows better. She knows he’s come a long way just for her.
“Just passing through, Stickers?” she purrs, knowing the answer already.
His smile grows. “Actually, I thought I might stay awhile. That is, if you happen to have a vacancy.”
Her smile grows too. “Mm, I think one just opened up.” She hands him a key.
And now here he is, in Radiator Springs, in his very own cone, getting cozy… with her. He’s been smitten with her ever since he first laid eyes on her, but for the longest time the feeling has been far from mutual. All the snide remarks, all the jeers, all the damage he’s done, have been paved over with one simple act of selflessness. If there is anyone in the world who sees him in a better light than the King does now, it’s Sally.
Golden neon light slips through the curtains and lays itself resplendently across his windshield as he rolls toward her. She swallows. This is it… The word NO flashes in his eyes just before he closes them. Sally closes her eyes too, losing herself in the kiss. He tastes like the cheap champagne he had brought to woo her with, but she forgives him. She’s wanted this for far too long to dwell on his lackluster approach at romance.
Not even the finest champagne could compare to the heat of his smooth tongue as it caresses her pallet. She’s already dizzy from it; dizzy and reeling with an ecstasy no amount of bubbly can provide. She’s drunk now, but she continues to drink him in. Her thirst for him is insatiable. When he finally breaks away, she sags to the floor with a quiet moan. “Oh Stickers…” She hears him chuckle somewhere behind her.
Sally sucks in a sharp breath as the racecar’s deep treads explore forbidden territory. Heart racing, she raises her back end and spreads quivering tires for him. Her hotrod never dallies on the track, and he certainly wastes no time now. Her eyes roll back in her cab as he slides his tongue deep inside her, teasing and caressing in that same expert way he had with her mouth. After all the wild rumors she’s heard about him and the twins (not to mention the way they continue to gush over him whenever she is within earshot) she is finally inclined to believe them.
She is so close already, and he knows it. With a devious chuckle he parts her lips, searching for her jewel. When his tongue strikes gold she yelps and bucks back against him. Chrysler, is it getting hot in here? she wonders, absentmindedly reaching for the dial on the air conditioner. The machine roars to life, hitting her left side with a blast of lukewarm air.
“Good thinking,” he says, giving her bumper a patronizing pat. He finally thinks to close the curtains, but the sudden airflow flings them violently about. Ribbons of yellow light storm the room and conform to the curves of both vehicles. With a slightly peeved expression he turns the cooler off. The drapes cease their wild dance and fall still again. He closes them tightly this time and the room is plunged into darkness. Sally no longer sees him, but she senses him as he returns to his spot behind her.
“Sorry babe, but I think I’d rather they heard you moaning than look in the window and see us. Although I wouldn’t mind blowing a few engines that way.” He slides his tongue lazily over her opening, then chuckles. “After all, we look pretty damn good together, if I do say so myself.”
All she can do is moan in reply. He slips his tongue into her again, drinking her juices while adding some of his own. She wants - no - needs him more than ever now. He can read it in her body language. But he has needs too. He gives her a final lick and pulls away. She can see him now, her eyes having adjusted to the gloom. He’s standing right in front of her, windshield fogged with lust. Sally smirks at him. Of course.
She moves beneath him as he raises himself up. Her lips explore his undercarriage. When she finds what she’s looking for, she wastes no time taking his entire length into her mouth. Or rather, as much of his length as she can manage. She realizes, with a contented purr, that he is much bigger than she had thought. He grips her cab with his tires, just behind her mirrors. He finds there is no need to thrust, for she is already bobbing rapidly up and down on his shaft.
Sally has just worked out a steady rhythm when suddenly he dismounts. Her mouth makes a loud smacking sound as he withdraws. She swallows. “What are you - ?” He places a tire on her lips to silence her.
“You are waaaayyyyy too good at that,” he purrs, then kisses her. She tastes herself on his talented tongue. “And it’s a little early for the grand finale, don’t you think?”
He returns to his previous spot behind her. Without hesitation she lifts her back end and spreads her tires. She feels his tongue on her again, and her moan turns to a growl. “Damn it, Stickers!” she snaps. “Will you quit screwing around and just - just -”
“Screw you already?” He laughs out loud and gives her a swat on the bumper. She growls even louder. “All right! All right! Relax, babe,” he purrs. “Thunder doesn’t always come after Lightning, you know.” And without another word, Chick Hicks thrusts his swollen member into her.
Both cars moan loudly at the moment of long-anticipated impact. All those long months they had secretly lusted after one another; all those sleepless nights and fevered dreams, have finally come to fruition. Her walls close around him, giving lodging to his lust. He fills her vacancy. In the cozy interior of the conical motel room, they complete each other.
“Faster, Stickers!” Sally pants.
Chick doesn’t need to be told. He is already picking up the pace, driving himself deep inside her as he races toward his greatest victory. Yes, even far greater than the Piston Cup he had won the year before. That ill-gotten, empty cup had held nothing for him, not even the faintest hope. What good had it done him to win that cold hunk of brass and that deal with Dinoco, when the greatest prize of all remained just out of his reach?
The day he had gone to make amends with the King and relinquish the cup to him was the day his life had made a complete U-turn. In that one day he had also gained Lightning McQueen’s trust and, best of all, he had won Sally Carerra’s heart. Even now, as she lies writhing and moaning beneath him, he can’t help but think about the one victory he is actually ashamed of stealing.
Tonight, Lightning McQueen sleeps alone. Chick’s former-rival-now-friend has no clue what is going on just two cones down. The pain of his betrayal increases with each thrust, and so he thrusts even harder, driving himself over the edge with a lethal mixture of pain and ecstasy. Perhaps, he reasons, it wasn’t a U-turn after all. Just a turn. Through a slit in the curtains, that neon NO continues to flash menacingly. Chick shuts his eyes tight, but he can still see it, burned into his retinas. Into his memory. Just another wrong turn.
Even as his hot seed spills inside her, a single hot tear spills down his hood.
THE END
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