Crushes and Candy

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Summary: Jimmie has a crush.

AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Jimmie Johnson/Elliott Sadler, Jimmie POV
COMPLETED: December 30, 2009
WORD COUNT:  3,920
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them I’d be too busy to write this stuff. Just fiction, folks!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Not going to lie, I’ve been sitting on this fic for close to four years now. I started it way back in 2005 while I was living in Las Vegas and had a silly idea about what slash with Jimmie and Elliott would be like. It wasn’t really going the way I wanted it to and so I forgot all about it until this past November when I went to play in Texas with my lovely COF family. Cat got wind of my idea and all but demanded I finish it for her for Christmas. Well it took a little longer than expected, but here ya go hun! Merry Christmas and I hope you enjoy it!
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Let me reiterate the part about writing this in 2005. Elliott Sadler was still driving the 38 M&M’s Ford for Yates and Jimmie wasn’t even a champ yet. Danny Gans has recently passed away but at the time he was a huge act in Vegas. Anything else that seems horribly dated probably is, but just remember it was written in 2005. ;)
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Las Vegas, NV - March 13th, 2005

I’ve always had this sort of thing for Elliott Sadler. For a long time I refused to call it a crush. Crushes were for twelve-year-old girls wishing they could have Junior’s babies.  Crushes weren’t for grown men who had an attraction to their peers. Actually, just thinking about the fact that I was attracted to Elliott was weird. Never in my life have I admitted to being straight or gay. While I love women, they just don’t hold my interest as well as men do. I don’t know why, I’ve just always been that way. For a long time I kept that to myself. I didn’t want my sexuality to come into play where my career was concerned. It shouldn’t matter on the track what I do off the track.

Of course, that changed when Jeff cornered me in his office one day and convinced me it would be fun to fool around on his desk while everyone was in the shop downstairs.

It became even less of an issue when Chad told me he wanted to screw me on the hood of my car after a race one night, and I let him.

By the time Junior convinced me it’d be hot to have a quickie in a public bathroom at the track, I had decided that my sexuality would never be an issue for me. As long as I was still kicking all their asses on the track, it wouldn’t matter what I did with their asses off of it.

With Elliott, things are different. I don’t want a random fuck on my car, in the office, or while someone is taking a leak in the stall next to us. I want…him. I want to hold him in my arms and kiss him softly, and share a bed with him at night. I actually had a daydream once where we went for a walk around the track, holding hands the entire time. It was incredibly cheesy, but it got me thinking.

Sex is fun, but there’s more to life than just sex and cars. Yeah, yeah I know. Shut up and stop complaining because millions of people would love to be in my position.

At least...that’s what Jeff told me after he gave me the best head of my life on his jet flying home from Daytona, once.

So it would be my luck that I’m here in victory lane in Las Vegas and Jeff is nowhere to be seen. Chad is off with the officials and Junior is punching a hole in the nearest wall, most likely. That’s when I see him walking toward me. Elliott is making his way over to where I stand, surrounded by my crew and dozens of reporters. I really hope they can’t see the bulge forming in my fire suit as my face turns bright red at the sight of him. I don’t know how he manages to make me this way. It’s not like he’s ever done anything to even remotely show that he’s even interested in me.

I gasp softly as he pulls me into a hug. He’s got an incredibly solid body and when he hugs you, you feel like you’ll die if he lets you go. His arms are snug around me and his upper body is pressed hard against mine as a result of this. Not that I mind or anything. He whispers a “congratulations” in my ear and then pats my back before pulling away. I really wish he wouldn’t. We lock eyes for a moment and I swear I see something there. Or maybe it’s just my imagination overreacting after that hug.

But then he leans down and whispers in my ear, “What’dya say we go and celebrate your win by ourselves after you’re done here?”

My jaw drops to the ground and I nod, not sure if I even have the ability to speak at this point. He claps me on the back and tells me to meet him at his coach when I’m all finished hat dancing, and he’s gone. I’m left with a half-erect dick, bright red cheeks, and hundreds of people surrounding me, some with cameras. Wonderful.

After what feels like days of taking pictures and smiling for sponsors, I manage to escape victory lane and make my way to Elliott’s coach. For a moment I debate stopping at mine to change first, but then I figure I’ve kept him waiting long enough. I reach his coach after a quick jog across the lot and knock on his door nervously.

“Heeeey Jimmie. I was about ready to give up on you,” he smiles down at me and steps down off his coach.

I grin, “Well you know how it is, all those hats to dance with and stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah. So you up for a little celebratin’ or what?” His southern drawl drives me completely insane and I have to remind myself not to drool as he talks to me.

“What’d you have in mind, hm?” I take a step toward him, expecting the same response I get from everyone else, but he takes me by surprise and pulls two tickets out of his back pocket.

“Ever seen Danny Gans before?”

I blink and then shake my head slowly, wondering if this is some kind of joke and he’s really going to drag me to some stupid strip club or something, “No I haven’t actually.”

“Good,” He turns me around and puts his hands on my shoulders, nudging me in the direction of my coach. We walk all the way to the door like that, him leading me with his hands on my shoulders. The whole time with me trying to figure out if he’s really serious or if he just wants to seduce me in my own coach so he can run off right after.

Either way, we reach mine and climb on. I offer him a drink but he shakes his head, informing me that we have to get a move-on because the show starts in an hour. I shrug and walk into my bedroom, snatching up some clothes to change into. I contemplate taking a shower but figure we don’t have enough time so I spray myself with some cologne and walk back out, half hoping to see him naked on my couch waiting for me.

Of course, he’s still standing in the kitchen area, leaning against the counter with this horribly sexy look on his face that makes me want to take him right there. Before I can even attempt to act on that thought, he grins and starts toward the door, holding it open for me. I shrug to myself and breeze past him, hoping for even a smirk or pat on the ass. But nothing. Not a damn thing aside from him pulling the door closed and linking his arm through mine as he makes a crack about being off to see the wizard. He’s such a tool.

We walk to the parking lot together and he opens the passenger door of his rented car for me, Ford of course, and then walks around to the driver’s side, sliding in with a soft sigh. I glance over at him, an eyebrow raised, but he doesn’t notice as he starts the engine and heads for the highway that will lead us towards the infamous strip. It’s about a forty-minute ride when there’s traffic, but with the way Elliott drives and the lack of cars in the vicinity, we make it there in just under half an hour.

The real trick is getting from Tropicana Boulevard onto the strip of casinos and down to the Mirage without hitting anyone or getting sideswiped by a damn cab. I drove in a cab in New York City once and thought it was the most terrifying experience of my life. That was until two weeks later when I went to cross the street in front of the MGM Grand and almost got taken out by three cabs. Time is money in Las Vegas, and everybody wants some.

We reach the casino and after what feels like an hour of searching the parking garage, we find a spot on the fourth level. It’s a tight squeeze between a bright yellow hummer and a Jetta Wagon that decided to take up almost two spots instead of just one, and I nearly castrate myself getting out of the car. Elliott laughs at my lack of grace and I can feel the blood rushing to my face. He must think I’m a complete nimrod.

He leads me toward the elevators to the casino and we walk in alone. Images of him leaning back against the wall as I go down on him seep into my head but before I have time to make good on it, the elevator dings to a stop and the doors open to reveal a casino bustling with people, even at this ridiculous hour of the night. Hell, I’m surprised there’s actually a show going on right now, but what do I know? I’d never even seen snow until I was almost twenty.

Danny Gans is advertised all over the place and we follow the signs through the maze of clinking slot machines and drunken high rollers at the poker tables and manage to find the theatre with about ten minutes to spare. An usher leads us to our seats, front row, and we sit down between an old couple in matching Hawaiian shirts and a Chinese family bickering about something in the program. If this guy isn’t going to amuse me, at least the people sitting next to me will. Hell, I’ll give them a show if I really need to because if this Danny guy doesn’t keep me occupied I’m going to wind up in Elliott’s lap.

The lights flicker to let everyone know the show’s about to start and Elliott grins, leaning over to whisper in my ear that he’s heard some great stuff about this guy. He better be right. I smile back at him and whisper back that if he isn’t, we can always listen to the Chinese family talking and try to figure out what they’re saying. He snorts and rolls his eyes, telling me what a complete goober I am and I laugh and thank him for the compliment. What I don’t tell him is how incredibly sexy his cologne is and how much it turned me on when I felt his breath against my neck and ear when he was whispering to me. It’s going to be a long show.

Surprisingly, the show wound up being pretty good. I laughed my ass off at parts and nearly died when Elliott grabbed my knee in the middle of a laughing fit. I'd patted his hand with my own and grinned over at him as he met my gaze and I swear he was about to lean over and kiss me until another joke sent us into a fit of giggles again.

I give him a flirty smile as we leave the theatre and ask if he's up for some gambling but he shakes his head and murmurs that he has something else in mind. My pulse speeds up and I can feel every nerve in my body start to burn at his words, wondering if just maybe I might get a chance to be with him tonight. He turns to look over at me and I finally see what I've been looking for all night. His eyes are darkened and hazed over and he licks his lips slowly as he mirrors my smile.

"I was thinkin'...it's kind of late. Maybe we should hang around here tonight..." He walks dangerously close to me, the backs of our hands brushing against one another as we make our way to the elevators and my heart skips a beat.

"I...uh..." Great, Jimmie. You're supposed to be Mr. Articulate and now you can't say a word.

The elevator doors open and he slides his hands over my hips from behind me as he steers me onto it, and when he talks again in a hushed whisper his lips brush against my ear, "That a yes?"

I nod, suddenly unable to find my voice and he smirks, sliding an arm around me as he lifts his hand up to reveal a room card, "Good...because I paid good money for this room."

I shake my head slightly, regaining control of my brain again, and turn in his arm. I smirk up at him as I slide a hand into his back pocket, tugging him in closer to me, "That a fact?"

He nods and leans forward to kiss me when the elevator dings and interrupts us. I don't even remember hitting a floor button, but apparently he took care of that when I was lost in dreamland. I have little time to mull it over, however, as he pulls my hand from his back pocket and leads me off the elevator and down the hall to our room for the night.

Once he manages to open the door he pulls me into the room and shoves me against the nearest wall, nearly knocking the wind out of me. I gasp and grab onto the front of his shirt, pulling him in hard against me as our lips finally meet in a scorching kiss. His lips cover mine and he nips at my bottom lip as I slide an arm around his waist, trying to feel as much of his body pressed against mine as possible. He trails kisses down my neck and across my jaw and it's all I can do not to fall down at his touch. I grab hold of his belt buckle and start unfastening it, a moan escaping his lips as I tug open the snap of his jeans and tug the zipper down.

It's no secret that Elliott is well-endowed and I'm not disappointed when I slide my hand into the fly of his boxers and my fingers brush against his cock, thick and straining in his current state of arousal. He lets out a moan that sounds more like a growl as he leans into my touch, his lips finding mine again in a fiery kiss as I trail my fingers along his shaft and I shiver in anticipation. The games have gone on long enough and I want him. I don't want to wait another second.

As if reading my mind, he pulls away and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me forward as he backs up toward the bed. I gasp and stumble along with him, collapsing on top of him as he wastes no time in sprawling across the bed. I straddle his waist and kiss him hungrily, pushing his shirt up and parting lips long enough to pull it off. He moans and writhes beneath me as I kiss and bite my way down his chest and stomach, sliding off the bed as I drag his pants and boxers down over his hips and thighs, tugging them off and dropping them to the floor.

He gasps and tangles his fingers in my hair as I crawl back up and bend down to trail my tongue along his shaft from base to head, glancing up to find two dark chocolate eyes staring back at me. It feels like fire's pumping through my veins as I meet his gaze and I shiver again as he licks his lips and presses down on the back of my head gently, urging me to continue what I'd begun. I do my best to give him the most seductive smile I can muster and lower my mouth down over him, taking as much of him in as I can. He moans and tugs on my hair as I start sucking on him just a little, bobbing my head slowly over his length. It's turning me on to an almost painful degree listening to him carry on the way he is.

I start sucking on him harder as his moans get louder, snaking a hand around the base of his shaft to stroke him as I suck on his head, grazing my teeth along the underside and he shudders, gripping my hair so hard I think he might pull it out. I look up at him as I lower my mouth over him again, sucking as hard as I can, and he meets my gaze with eyes so dark they look black. He bites down on his bottom lip before throwing his head back and shouting out as he comes, his entire body tensing and trembling.

I pull back after a moment and he looks up at me through half-closed eyed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to regain his composure. I smirk as I watch him and he leans up a little, grabbing me by the forearms to tug me down on top of him. He kisses me hard and holds me tight against him as he rolls us over, making quick work of pulling my clothes off. My own cock is throbbing and harder than it's ever been before and as his eyes rake over my body I tremble and swallow hard, wishing he'd do something- anything -to me. He gives me a sultry smile and slides off the bed, coming back a moment later with something in his hand and I know immediately what it is as he pops the cap open.

I inch up further on the bed as he slides his hands down my legs, lifting them up to rest my ankles on his shoulders and watch as he squeezes some of the lube over two of his fingers. I gasp as I feel him press one of them into me and grab onto the comforter beneath me, gritting my teeth as he slides the second in with the first. My back arches and my legs stiffen a little as he starts thrusting them into me agonizingly slow, and in a voice I barely recognize as my own start begging him, "Elliott, please...need you..."

I can practically see his eyes darken with lust at my words and in seconds his fingers are replaced with the head of his length, already throbbing and leaking come, stretching me further than I’ve ever been before. A guttural, agonized moan escapes my throat as he fills me entirely, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt and my breath catches in my throat as he leans into me, pressing my knees to my shoulders, bending me in half as his lips claim mine in a savage kiss. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed it could be and then some and I just want this moment to last forever. I reach up to tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging at it as my hips grind against him.

“Jesus, Jimmie…you’re tighter’n anyone I’ve ever been with before…Christ, feels amazin’…” His accent is even more garbled than usual, and it sends a shiver down my spine, fingers gripping his hair tighter as he starts to rock against me slowly, every thrust hitting me in just the right spot, my cock sandwiched between us, rubbing against our stomachs. All the wind gets knocked from my lungs as he speeds up, thrusting harder, hips snapping against me while I’m pinned beneath him, only able to scream and moan my pleasure, unable to move. I’m his completely for the taking and loving every second of it as I begin to feel my release building up.

It isn’t long before we’re both glistening with sweat, hair matted to our foreheads, voices growing hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. My entire body burns as the familiar pull of my release begins to build up and I can tell from his face that he’s not far behind me. Suddenly a hand slides between us and I gasp, screaming his name as he begins to stroke me fast and hard, thumbnail digging into my slit as he works me over. My hips jerk against him, toes curling as my back arches up off the bed, a blinding, white-hot wave rolling over me as I come harder than I ever have in my life, Elliott’s name the only sound I can manage as I scream my pleasure to the ceiling. With two more well-aimed thrusts he’s there over the edge with me, a hot, wet explosion deep inside of me.

Panting, shaking, sweating, and completely spent, we collapse into the mattress, my legs falling numbly from his shoulders as he stretches out next to me, both of us on our backs. My eyes drift closed for a long while, the only sounds in the room are our labored breathing and our hearts pounding. I can feel his body pressed against mine, the steady rise and fall of his chest as we both finally come back down, and crack an eye open to glance over at him.

“That…that was…” I manage to croak out, tongue running across kiss swollen lips, “…amazing…”

He gives me a shit-eating grin as he pushes himself to a sitting position, patting me on the stomach, “Anytime, Jimmie.” He slides off the bed and I watch curiously as he goes into the bathroom, the shower starting up a moment later.

“Want some company in there?” I start to sit up, a pleasant ache coursing through my body as every muscle screams at me, but then he comes back out of the room with his phone to his ear and I begin to frown. Who the hell could he be talking to at this late hour?

“Yeah, I can be there in a couple’a minutes, Junior. Sure, sure, that sounds like fun. Alright man, thanks for the invite.” He flips his phone closed and gives me an almost convincing apologetic look as he begins to pull his clothes back on, “Sorry, Jimmie, but I gotta head out. Junior’s got one of them fancy suites over at the Hard Rock, got a basketball court in it and everything and he invited me over there. You can come if you want, I doubt he’d mind an extra body.”

It suddenly feels like there’s a brick in my throat and I have to fight back the tears stinging my eyes as an overwhelming wave of disappointment washes over me. How stupid could I have possibly been to think that things were going to be any different with Elliot than they were with everyone else? He doesn’t want a relationship with me, he just wanted a good fuck.

“I…no…no thanks, El. I should probably get back to my own hotel anyway, Chani’s probably worried sick looking for me.” I’m impressed with how even my voice sounds when I want nothing more than to burst into tears. He comes over to me, giving me one more kiss before telling me to take my time, that the room’s paid up until check out tomorrow, and then he’s gone, out the door and off to fucking Junior’s party at the Hard Rock.

 I can’t believe I could fool myself into thinking this was going to be different. Crushes really are just for teenage girls who want to have Junior’s babies. I dress slowly before heading for the door, leaving behind all the adolescent fantasies I’d had. All I can do now is hold onto the memories of one of the best fucks I’ll probably ever have.

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