The Portrait

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Summary: Jeff makes Jimmie sit still for a little bit.

AUTHOR: MystikHeather
EMAIL: mystikheather@cryptoffic.com
RATING: R
CHARACTERS: Jeff Gordon/Jimmie Johnson, Jeff POV
CATEGORY: Romance
WORD COUNT: 1,287
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize it, I don’t own it. 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. ;-)
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Cover my mouth with my hand and try not to laugh as he fidgets for what has to be the hundredth time in as many minutes.  I’m sure that he feels like he’s been trapped in the same position for days; leaning forward a bit, eyes focused on a distant spot on the far wall, that gentle smile that I fell in love with on his lips…back and arms aching, face feeling like it’s going to crack, neck stiff.  But the end result will be so worth it…I told him that the day I told him I was having this done.  And even though he doesn’t want to, I know he believes me.

I spent weeks researching, searching for an “old-school” portrait painter.  Harder and harder to find as life’s fast pace sent them into other fields, the large retailers with their false backdrops and props taking over.  But a few still remained and after asking around, I came across this artist.  Sure, his price was astronomical, but I know as I glance at the half-finished work that he could have charged twice as much and it would have still been a steal. 

Glance back over at Jimmie and chuckle audibly this time as he sighs again.  Take a step forward as he shifts slightly, moving as if he’s going to stand.  Place my hand on the artist’s shoulder as I move by, stalling him from standing, the unvoiced promise in my action that I’ll take care of it.  Wait for him to settle back down in his chair before stepping around the half-finished portrait and make my way over to him.  Bend down and murmur soft in his ear, hand light on his shoulder, fingers teasing the hair at the back of his neck.  “You have to stay still Jimmieboy, you can’t move yet.”

Bring my eyes to his at his indrawn breath, watching the various emotions that flit across them.  I can read him like a book, can see the defiance that is drowned out as quickly as it comes, replaced with those innocent, wide, puppy dog brown eyes.  Oh, he knows exactly what buttons to push to get what he wants, after all, he knows me almost as well as I know him. His voice soft, brimming with an innocence that almost covers the whine underneath.  “But Jeffy…my back hurts, can’t I please just walk around for 5 minutes?”

Can feel how even as he protests he holds himself still under my hand, and part of me knows that even without the artist waiting I could have him frozen in this position for hours on end.  Glance down and smile softly as I see the edge of the black collar hidden beneath his firesuit, settled close to his neck, our secret that we keep from the world.  Dip my finger down the back of his firesuit to trace a nail along the softened edge, hearing and feeling his quick breath, the slight shiver that runs through his body, an identical one running through mine at the thought of the reactions that my touch invokes in him.

Fight down the urge to dismiss the artist right then and there and just take him into my arms, worship him as he deserves, drink down his very essence.  I know he can feel my own shiver and I force myself to draw my hand back.  Lean down and murmur in his ear.  “We’re almost done…you’re doing so good my Jimmieboy…just stay still for a little longer.”  Let my lips brush against the side of his neck, my breath causing his hair to stir before I step back, knowing that he’ll listen, that he’ll hold himself as still as I want him too. 

My heart full of love and pride as I move back to stand again behind the artist, wanting to watch as every stroke invokes magic on the paper, as every perfect bit of him is captured in still life for eternity.  Arms crossed, thumb on my bottom lip as I smile softly at him in encouragement as he’s coaxed back into the proper position, the defiance in his eyes slowly fading to resignation, and I know later tonight he’ll have to be rewarded for his good behavior.  Smile widening a bit more as I think of all of the possibilities, knowing that this torture he’s enduring now could barely hold a candle to what he could be in for later. 

Notice as his eyes widen, as he can see in my eyes that I have something more planned for the evening.  Pleasure and pride filling me as his cheeks flush at the mere thought of what could happen, his eyes growing just slightly darker as his pupils dilate. 

Force my eyes away from his and back down as I hear brush dragging against canvas again, watching in sheer amazement as the picture is refined to absolute perfect detail.   Nearly gasping out loud, somehow holding it in, as his eyes, my Jimmieboy’s eyes stare at me from more than one direction.  The likeness is more perfect than I could ever hope for, and I murmur my thanks and appreciation as I slip the artist his payment, nearly twice what he had commissioned.  But it was worth it.  Is worth it.  For this to be captured forever.

Don’t even hear him leave, so enraptured by the image on the canvas, and it must be a good ten minutes before I hear Jimmie clear his throat, his soft voice asking if he can move now.  Tear my eyes away and up to his, nearly losing myself again as I gaze upon him, and without thought or hesitation, stride over to him, lean down and capture his lips in mine. 

Move my hand to the back of his head, fingers sliding through his hair to tilt his mouth closer to mine, moaning softly, swallowing his moans as I tangle my tongue with his, my kiss demanding everything and more that he has to give.  Lose myself in his sweet, spicy taste, finally breaking the kiss when there is no other choice but to breathe.  Take in quick, shallow breaths as I gaze upon his swollen lips and flushed cheeks, lose myself again in swirling brown eyes. 

Whisper softly as I pull him up to his feet and into my arms, sweet murmurings of my love for him.  “You are so perfect my Jimmie.  So perfect, and so mine…never going to let you go my boy.”  Take his hand in mine, running my fingers across his wrist as I lead him past the still drying canvas down the hallway to our bedroom.

No games, no playing tonight, just losing myself in the feel of him, the taste of him, in knowing that he’s given everything and more to me.  Let myself surround him, hold him, become his entire world, anything and everything that he’s ever dreamed or desired.  Let my fingers touch every inch of him that I can touch until he trembles and begs beneath me.  Bring him to that peak and over it time and time again, until he trembles at my very touch, before letting myself fall.  Crying out his name as he cries mine, our voices blended together in ecstasy. 

Collapse on top of him, minutes, maybe hours passing before I can move enough to curl beside him, drawing him still closer to me.  Lean forward and press my lips ever so gently against his forhead, feeling his heartbeat starting to slow until those beautiful brown eyes finally close.  Relax back against the headboard and hold him in my arms, stroking his hair as he sleeps deeply, features smoothed out, completely relaxed, completely safe.   

Completely mine.

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