Jokers Wild

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Summary: Jeff has a surprise reunion with Dave Navarro.

AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Dave Navarro, Jeff POV
COMPLETED: May 7, 2008
WORD COUNT: 5,388
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them I’d be too busy to write this stuff. Just fiction, folks! I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
DEDICATION: This one is for Cat. Without her lovely DVR and willingness to send me the Bravo Celeb Poker Showdown DVD, this Fic never would have happened.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a sequel to Inked, which I highly suggest you read first.
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The Palms Casino; Las Vegas, NV - Las Vegas Testing 2008

I love coming to Vegas. I love the lights and the sounds, I love the people and the atmosphere. I love wandering into casinos and being just another face in the crowd. I like being able to walk into the high stakes areas and sit down at a poker table and not have fifty thousand people following after me looking for an autograph or a picture. I like seeing all the celebrities who are doing the same thing I’m doing: trying to blend in as much as possible so they can relax for a couple hours. We all just want to kick back and play a few hands of poker; Texas Hold ‘Em or 5 Card stud, maybe even Pai Gow. The last time I was out here I was at a table with Ben Affleck and James Caan. We all knew who the others were, but none of us acknowledged it. It’s like this unwritten celebrity rule that we all pretend to be anonymous. Whatever gets us through the night, I guess.

This time around is no different. Ingrid and I have a suite at the Palms, in the new tower that’s just been completed. Ella’s back in Charlotte with my mom, who offered to watch her while I’m testing for the next couple of days, here and in California. I miss her something awful, but at the same time it’s a bit of a blessing. She’s seven months old now and incredibly mobile. She’s safer at home with my mom than in a hotel suite with Ingrid and I. Not to mention we’d really like some time off from being parents to have a little fun. What better place to get into a little trouble than in the midst of sin city?

Of course, Ing’s not feeling well so she’s up in the suite sleeping. So I’m here alone at nearly midnight, in an almost empty casino playing some no limit Hold ‘Em. There’s only one other person at the table and it’s quickly getting boring. He’s constantly folding or checking and it’s making for one long, drawn out game that’s got me wishing Penn Jillette was here to scream “Jeff Gordon goes all in!” like he would every time I played a hand back when we were a part of that poker tournament. As annoying as it was at the time, at least he kept me entertained. This guy looks about as boring as his cheap twill suit. He must be a business man here for the weekend, trying to sell some big corporate account while his wife and kids are back in the snow somewhere, missing him.

The hair at the back of my neck suddenly stands on end and my skin tightens up as chill bumps raise up on my arms. There’s someone behind me, dangerously close. It’s making me increasingly uncomfortable, but  I’m afraid to turn around for fear of it being a fan wanting to join in on the game so he can have a conversation with me. I just want to be left alone. I begin debating on an escape plan, but my thoughts cease to exist when I feel breath on my cheek as lips brush seductively against my ear. I know damn well it’s not Ingrid. She doesn’t have a beard, for one, and she would never sneak up on me like this. She knows how jumpy I get. My brain starts sounding the panic alarm but then a voice is whispering in my ear and I know immediately who it is. This time it’s my heart’s turn to stop.

“Gonna go all in, Jeff Gordon?” A hand brushes the small of my back and my body stiffens, my jaw clenching as I fight off the shiver his touch sends through me.

I turn in my chair, nearly kissing him as I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, “Dave…hi…” I swallow thickly, running a hand through my hair, uncomfortable with his closeness. I lean back a little, trying to get some air between us but he only leans toward me, refusing to give me any personal space.

“Mm…four years and all you have for me is a Dave, hi?” He arches an eyebrow and sticks his lush bottom lip out at me in a pout, tattooed arms crossing over his chest. He’s toying with me and I know it but I’m honestly too shocked at his presence to do much more than stare at him. He looks incredible, as usual. Tight pants, tighter shirt, hair gelled back like always. There’s a hint of eye liner around his eyes but that doesn’t surprise me.

“I…I…” I struggle to think of something to say as he slips onto the stool to the right of me gracefully, dropping some bills on the table to join in on the game. I guess my distraction turned off the businessman because he gathers up his chips and takes off, leaving me alone with Dave Navarro. He gives me his rocker smile as he piles up his chips and takes the cards dealt to him, motioning for me to do that same. I fumble with my cards, staring at them blankly. There’s a king of hearts and a 6 of clubs. I’ve got nothing but Dave’s already dropping three hundred dollars onto the felt and looking at me expectantly. I’ve only got a thousand dollars on the table, but I can‘t fold so soon.

“So, Jeff, what have you been up to the past few years, hm? The way you dropped off my radar I figured you died or something.” He glances at me out of the corner of his eye as we wait for the flop to come out and I shrug flippantly.

“Been around. Racing and stuff, you know? What have you been up to? I heard about you and Carmen…sorry things didn’t work out for you…” I’m completely sincere. I remember vividly how much he loved her. After our initial meeting we’d spent several hours discussing the women in our lives. At that point I’d only just started casually seeing Ingrid, while still sleeping with Jimmie in secret. I wonder if he even knows we’re married with a baby now, and that Jimmie dropped me like a bad habit when I came home from that tournament freshly tattooed and thoroughly fucked.

“Don’t sweat it, Gordo,” He grimaces at the flop and tosses his cards back to the dealer. I take the few chips slid my way and stack them up neatly with the rest of my pile, “We’re still really good friends, thankfully. It just occurred to us that when married we’re not compatible. She‘s all about the white and I‘m all about the black. Couldn‘t find the gray as easily.”

I nod in response, trying to lose myself in the game for a few minutes. I’m now incredibly aware of my hip, can almost feel the tattoo there on my skin. A hand falls down to it out of instinct, resting over it as I tap my cards on the table, debating whether or not to bet on the 10 and jack of clubs. I decide to go for it and raise the blind in front of me another hundred or so. He matches me and the flop comes out as I steal a glance at him. He looks as amazing as the last time I saw him. If I’m being entirely honest with myself,  he’s crossed my mind several times since we first met. We’d spoken on the phone here and there for almost six months after the tournament but our lives were getting in the way too much for us to meet up again. Even when I was in California for races I could never seem to find the time to get up to LA to visit him.

“How’s that woman you were seeing? You two still together or did something else come along?” There’s not even the tiniest bit of venom in his voice and I know he’s just curious. Dave’s not the type to ever get insulting or throw punches around. He’s far too laid back to ever hold a grudge, especially over a one night stand. He matches my raise when the turn card comes out and I smile softly at the thought of Ingrid sleeping upstairs, and Ella back home hopefully sound asleep for my mom.

“We’re married, actually…It was a year in November. We have a daughter too, Ella Sofia. She’s seven months old. She was born June 20th, she’s gorgeous, absolutely perfect…” I know I’m doing it again, going on and on about my daughter, but I can’t help it. Since the day Ingrid found out she was pregnant that baby has been my entire life. Nothing comes before my Ella. Nothing.

“Sounds like you’re smitten, Gordo.” He flashes me a smile and turns his cards over after our last round of betting. He’s got a ten-high straight, but I beat him with my flush. I take my winnings from the dealer, laughing softly as Dave curses me playfully under his breath. The longer he sits next to me, the more my body aches for him as my brain pulls up all the details of that night so many years ago.

“Yeah…yeah, I guess I am.” The next cards get dealt and I have to fight not to react to the pocket aces. He sees my face before I can collect myself, though, and laughs softly, tossing his cards back to the dealer. Obviously he had a terrible hand, otherwise he would have at least humored me. At least this is just a friendly game over pocket cash and not some huge tournament with millions at stake. I slide my cards back to the dealer and wait for the next hand. I turn to look at Dave full-on this time, my stomach doing little backflips as I see him stroking his beard and looking at me with untamed lust in his eyes. Apparently our little tryst is at the front of his mind as well.

“So…your wife and kid…are they here with you? Or is this one of those business trips where you’d rather spend a couple days alone?” There’s a dangerous edge to his voice now and it makes my head spin. He can’t possibly be attracted to me after all the time that’s gone by. I’m not even the same person I was back then. Not that he could even know that, considering we lost touch less than a year later. Still though, the lust is blazing in those dark eyes and the thought of having him pound me into the middle of next week sends thrills shooting through me, each jolt leaving a pleasantly familiar feeling in my groin. I realize my mouth is so dry I can barely swallow and reach for my glass of water, taking a long drink from it, unable to tear my eyes from his as I do.

“Ella’s home with my mom…but Ingrid’s here with me. She wasn’t feeling well, though, so she stayed up in the room tonight…” I take another sip of water before setting the glass back down. He doesn’t look the least bit disappointed and that worries me, just a little bit, “We’re here for testing. Spending three days in Vegas and then we go to Fontana for a few more days…” I take my newest cards and glance at them. Nothing nearly as exciting as the last hand, but still playable. I look over to see if he’ll bet, but he seems to have lost interest in the game entirely. His eyes are still locked on me, fingers brushing seductively along the leather arm rest that rims the table. I swallow hard and do my best to keep calm.

“Think she’ll be calling you anytime soon to see what kind of trouble you’re getting into?” His voice is low and intense, his eyes smoldering as they burn into my own. My heart skips a beat and I realize that my brain has stopped functioning again. All I can do is stare back into his onyx gaze, defenseless against him. I know exactly what he wants and I’m so weak that I couldn’t say no to him even if I wanted to. It’s incredible that even with so much time gone by, so many things changed, I still can’t resist him. First it was a tattoo, then a one night stand, and now…now? Fuck, I think I might drop to my knees for him right here in the middle of the casino if he asked me to.

“No…she’ll probably sleep right till the alarm goes off in the morning,” My voice breaks as I answer him and I can feel the blood rushing to my face. How does he do this to me? I’ve never been so easily breakable, even back when I was still under the brainwashing effects of my ex-wife. Not even Jimmie could fluster me as quickly as Dave is right this second. Of course…Jimmie was never as off limits as Dave is right this second. Jimmie was never as dangerous or dark or so very seductive. Jimmie was a conquest, a pet project, someone to pass the time with. Dave…he’s every deep, dark, dangerous thing I’ve ever craved all rolled into one. He’s also more than willing to let me have him.

He drops his cards on the table and starts to collect his chips, “Think I’m bored with cards. How about we go for a walk, Gordo? Catch up with one another in a more…intimate…setting?” His tongue traces along his lips as his eyes once again grab hold of my own and I find myself nodding and mimicking his actions without even thinking about it. I pick up my chips and pocket them as he links an arm through mine and leads me away from the safety of the high stakes area and out onto the main floor of the casino. It’s near one in the morning now and even more desolate than it was an hour ago. Tired looking security guards and bored cocktail waitresses mingle intermittently on the floor,  not taking any notice of us.

“Dave?” I finally find my voice again, fighting the urge to turn and look at him, afraid that if I do I’ll wind up losing myself in him for good, “Where are we going?”

There’s a hint of mischief in his voice when he answers me, “Oh, I don’t know. Thought maybe we could get a couple more tattoos to celebrate this chance meeting here in Las Vegas. What are the odds that we’re both in the high stakes area of The Palms at this hour, in the middle of winter?” He laughs when I turn and look at him, completely horrified. Coming home with a tattoo four years ago was one thing, but to do it now…Ingrid would know in seconds what it’d taken Jimmie almost an entire day to realize, “I’m kidding Jeff, calm down. You nearly died from that dinky little thing on your hip, I can only imagine what would happen to you if you got one across your back or something.”

“Uh-huh, right. Whatever you say, Navarro. Of course, it’s not like you have much room left on your skin for anymore tattoos. How many do you have now, anyway?” My eyes skim over the exposed flesh of his arms, taking in all the foreign-yet-familiar designs etched into them. I don’t see any that look out of place since the last time I saw him, but then, it’s kind of hard to tell considering he has so many of them. My mind drifts back to our time together in the tattoo parlor in this very casino and I start to wonder how his bats turned out after they healed. I’d been entranced by my tattoo when I’d returned to Charlotte, watching it every day to see how it would end up. I spent hours staring at myself, shirtless in the mirror, my pants slung low on my hips to get the full effect. As turned off as I’d once been by the thought of defacing my body, I had to admit that there was a  certain sex appeal that came along with it. In fact, Ingrid had nearly orgasmed just at the sight of it the first time she saw me shirtless. I never did tell her when or where I’d gotten it. She has no idea about Jimmie and I, so how could I ever tell her about my night of rock and roll debauchery with Dave Navarro? The less she knows of my past exploits the better.

A feeling of déjà vu washes over me as we walk onto an elevator and Dave hits a floor number on the panel. I watch silently as the numbers light up one after another until the doors open on the 23rd floor. He leads me off and down a hallway which looks all too familiar and it occurs to me: we’re going to his room, again. The only thing that frightens me is that I can’t find it in me to protest. I want to go with him. I want to lock myself away in there with him and forget all about my wife and daughter while I get on my knees for him again. As hard as I try to find my voice, it’s just out of reach, refusing to cooperate. It’s only when the card reader beeps and the little green light comes on that I manage to flip my brain back on.

“Dave, wait.” I plant my feet on the ground, watching as he stops with the door cracked open to turn back to me. There’s a bit of disappointment in his eyes, like he saw this coming, but the lust is still blazing, “Dave, I…I can’t do this. I can’t. I want to, honest to god, I do, but I can’t do this to Ingrid. Or to Ella.” My body screams at me, the raging hard on in my jeans defying what I’ve just said. Physically, I am more than capable of going through with this. I am more than ready and willing to spread my legs for him again. Mentally though…I’d never be able to forgive myself for cheating on my wife.

Dave suddenly turns defiant, glaring right through me as if he can see exactly what I’m thinking. He tightens his grip on my wrist and pulls me into the room before I can even manage a protest and shoves me up against it as it slams shut, kissing me roughly. I gasp into his lips, forcing myself not to kiss him back but with no luck. Before I can register what’s going on, our tongues are wrestling for control and his hands are sliding up under my shirt. I moan softly, arching into the feel of his rough hands gliding over my skin, my own hands coming up to tangle in his hair. He presses his body flush against my own, grinding himself shamelessly against me.

After a moment he breaks the kiss and pulls back, both of us gasping for air, our bodies trembling. I muster up whatever strength I can find and plant my hands on his chest, gently pushing him back away from me, “Dave, stop. Just stop, okay? I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be here. My wife’s in the same damn hotel as us, our daughter-”

“Oh give it a rest, Gordon. God, you haven’t changed a bit. You’re still a good little Christian boy, pretending to play by the rules.” He glares at me intently, eyes black with lust, “You and I both know what a whore you are, so stop trying to deny it. Being in a relationship didn’t stop you last time, so it’s certainly not going to be a good excuse this time. You want this just as much as I do. Your cock is just as hard as mine is, and nothing you can say is going to change that. So either shut up and fuck me or I pin you down and take what I want the hard way.”

No one has ever spoken to me like this, ever. Not Ingrid, not Jimmie, not even my parents have ever verbally bitch slapped me like Dave just did. And it turns me on all the more. My body goes rigid and I bite back a moan as he shoves my hands off his chest and comes at me again, kissing me with twice as much force as before. He’s right. I can’t deny him. I want him, badly, and I’m sick of pretending otherwise. There’s always been a part of me that could never be satisfied by women, and it’s something I’ve learned to live with. If it comes down to Ingrid finding out, all I can do is beg for mercy and pray that she someday finds a way to forgive me.

Before I know it, we’re on the bed and Dave’s hands are all over me. Under my shirt, down my chest, over the bulge in my jeans. I moan and writhe beneath him, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. It’s incredible how little it takes for him to make me into a squirming mess. I watch as he sits up and pulls his shirt off, those infamous nipple rings glinting invitingly in the dim light of the bedside lamp. I lick my lips, imagining what kind of delectable sounds I can make come out of him when I get my mouth on one of those.

“See something you like, Gordo?” He’s smirking at me now, as if he could read my thoughts and I can only nod as the intensity in his eyes pins me down to the mattress. His hands slip under my shirt, pushing it up my chest until I have to lift my arms for him to yank it off. The chilled air hits my skin and sends a shiver down my spine, one that sends tiny electric jolts through my veins. His fingers work deftly on my jeans and in seconds I’m completely naked beneath him, squirming under his gaze. It’s like the first time, all over again. I don’t know what to expect out of him, but I do know that if he doesn’t act quickly I’m going to toss him onto his back and take what I want.

“Dave if you so much as even THINK about teasing me, I swear to god you’ll live to regret it.” My voice is deep and dangerous, eyes narrowing into a glare that takes every bit of energy in me to keep focused. He seems a bit shocked, not at all expecting me to be so forward and demanding. It’s not my style with him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead he licks his lips and quickly sheds his tight leather pants. My eyes rake down his body, taking in every curve and dip, every piercing and bit of ink on his skin. There’s new tattoos on his hip bones; shooting stars pointing directly toward his cock. Clever, yet still incredibly sexy.

“Live to regret it, hm?” He crawls over me and straddles my hips, staring back at me defiantly, “And how exactly do you plan on punishing me if I don’t fuck you, hm? What’re you gonna do to me, Jeff?” He leans back a bit, resting his hands on my thighs so he’s spread out before me in all his Rock and Roll glory. I bite back a moan at the sight of him, my cock twitching as his ass brushes against it.

Push myself up onto my elbows and glare at him, “God dammit Navarro if you brought me up here just to fuck with me then let me the hell up right- OHFUCK!” I throw myself back down onto the mattress, my back arching up as one of his hands slips between my legs and one long finger presses into my ass. He watches me intently, working his finger hard and fast into me as I squirm and moan beneath him.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man and the intrusion is less than pleasant at first. I know damn well that if I can just relax enough the discomfort will go away, but it’s getting to that point that drives me mad. His hand disappears and I go to protest but he leans down to kiss me roughly, swallowing up the words before they can get out. In seconds he’s hovering over me again, slipping a condom down onto his cock. I watch him, my body pumping liquid fire as he slicks himself up with lube he must keep on him for situations just like this. Swallow hard as he tugs my legs up onto his shoulders, positioning himself so the head of his cock teases my entrance.

“Do it…fuck me, Dave…” Instead of forceful, my voice is whiney, coming out more like begging than demanding. I squirm against him, lifting my hips to try and urge him on but he holds still, his hands gripping my legs tightly to keep me in place. “Dave, fuck, please. Stop teasing!” And there’s the growl I’d been trying for the first time, angry and frustrated, just wanting to feel his cock buried inside of me.

As if he was waiting for the same thing, Dave rolls his hips, entering me in one fluid motion. We both gasp and moan simultaneously, the feeling overwhelming us both. I reach up over my head, gripping the headboard tightly as he works himself against me, hips rocking hard and fast, thrusting into me over and over. My back arches and my ankles lock behind his head as he leans into me more, filling me deeper with every buck of his hips.

“Fuck, Jeff…so god damn tight…” His voice is throaty and deep in my ear as he leans into me more, so my knees hit my shoulders. I can only manage a moan in response, long and loud into his ear, my back arching more as I try to grind myself against him. Dave’s in complete control and he knows it. He’s got me pinned down to the bend, folded in half and I’m merely along for the ride as he takes exactly what he wants from me. The feeling of being used, being so thoroughly fucked, is enthralling and soon his name is a mantra on my lips, louder and louder with every thrust.

My body starts to tense, toes curling as my heart beats loudly in my ears and I can hear myself begging him for more, begging him to make me come. The edge of the headboard is digging painfully into the palms of my hands, but I can’t feel much more than a dull throb. I know that as soon as I come it’ll hurt like a bitch, but for right now I can’t seem to care. I grip it tighter, arms tensing up as my eyes squeeze shut. I’m so god damn close, but he refuses to let me come, pulling back at the last possible second over and over until I’m seeing stars and screaming for it. I manage to release the headboard and bring my hands down to wrap around him, nails digging violently into his flesh as I rake them up and down his back.

“Fuck! Dave, god dammit…please…please, god, please!” Words come flying out of my mouth, probably making no sense at all but I can barely breathe right now, let alone think straight. One hand comes up to tangle in his hair, yanking at it with as much force as I can muster and he responds by biting down hard on the curve of my neck. I let out a yelp of pain but tilt my head despite it, giving him better access to the tender flesh. His tongue traces along the bite marks and my entire body shivers, screaming for release.

Finally I feel a hand wrap around my cock, the rough skin stroking me in time with erratic thrusts. A calloused thumb drags over my head and my breath catches in my throat as he chooses that exact moment to angle his thrusts just right. I throw my head back, howling out my release to the ceiling as I come in a white hot flash that sends black spots dancing along my vision. So lost in my ecstasy as I am, it barely registers when he comes seconds after me, burying himself to the hilt inside of me as he screams my name.

It feels like hours before we’re finally able to untangle ourselves. My legs fall numbly to the bed and I grunt as he withdraws from me, landing ungracefully in a heap to my right. The only sound in the dimly lit room is the two of us panting as we try to recover from the round of mind-blowing, Earth-shattering fucking that just went on. My eyes drift closed, an arm draped over them lazily to block out the light as I try to regain my bearings. Beside me, Dave sprawls out on his back, humming contentedly.

Several seconds go by before I realize that my phone is ringing. Somewhere in the piles of dirty clothes on the floor, my phone is trapped in a pocket, vibrating and blaring some ridiculous song Casey set as my ring tone earlier in the day as a joke while we were at testing. With all the effort I can muster up, I roll onto my stomach and grope around on the floor until I find my pants. It takes another few seconds before I find the right pocket and manage to pull the phone out, squinting against the glare of the Call ID. It’s Ingrid, of course. No one else would be calling me at…I look around for a clock, grimacing when I see it’s almost five in the morning. The alarm must be going off by now and she’s no doubt worried sick about why I’m not in the room.

“Jeff? Jeff, baby, where are you? I woke up and you’re not here and I thought maybe you’d set the alarm wrong but it’s quarter to five and-”

“Ing, calm down…I’m okay.” I smile softly at the worry in her voice. It always amazes me at just how much and how deeply she cares for me, “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I lost track of time. I bumped into an old friend while I was in the casino and we got to talking…I didn’t even realize how late it is…” I swallow thickly, hating the fact that I’m lying to her. I’ve never lied to Ingrid, not even a tiny little fib. Part of me knows that eventually I’m going to come clean about this.

“Jeff, you haven’t slept? Baby, you have to test today, you’re going to be exhausted!  Maybe we should call Mr. Hendrick and see if he’ll let you skip the morning session…” Her honey-sweet voice sends a shiver of warmth through me. I love this woman more than life itself.

“No, no. It’ll be alright, I’ll just sleep during the lunch break. I’m so sorry, Ing, I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m on my way up to the room right now…”

We say our goodbyes and I leap out of the bed, rambling an apology to Dave as I hurry to get my clothes back on. I smell like him, no doubt, and there’s no way of hiding the freshly fucked look on my face, but I’ll deal with that when I get up to the room. I turn to look at Dave, but stop when I realize he’s passed out cold. Well that makes things easier. I make sure I have everything before leaving him a quick note explaining my abrupt departure and slip out of the room. Half of my brain is trying to make me feel guilty about cheating, but the other half is still basking in the afterglow.

I run a hand through my hair and swallow hard as I reach my hotel room door, silently rehearsing my apology and plea for forgiveness.

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