One Sweet Love

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Summary: The sight of Dale Earnardt Jr. in one of his Championship jackets isn't one he'll be sharing.

AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Dale Earnhardt Jr; Jeff POV
CHALLENGE: Christmas Request 2009
COMPLETED: December 24, 2009
WORD COUNT: 2,177
WRITTEN FOR: junior8senior3
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize anyone in this piece, I am in no way affiliated with or know them personally. I am neither making a profit nor plan to do so. This is nothing more than an exercise in fiction. This is a result of an overactive imagination and I claim no truth to these words.
BETA: Thanks to Catw00man for the beta. All others errors are mine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is part of an unofficial series called GEM and takes place early in June’s career. Enjoy!
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He looks good in leather. Especially my leather. I know he’s got his own leather jackets; that black one with the red stripe down the sleeves comes to mind. But it’s another thing when he’s standing there with my championship jacket on his shoulders. It actually fits. Not many things are interchangeable because of our height differences. These jackets are another matter. They’re designed big on purpose, one size fits all.

He hasn’t noticed me yet. No, he’s too absorbed in the feel of that stiff jacket against his skin as he gazes at himself in the mirror. I’m glad he got rid of the blonde hair. In some of those promo shots, he was practically edible, but that wasn’t truly Junior. The redhead I see before me is much more him. He fingers the gold stripe that slides vertically across the front of my ‘98 championship jacket and I know he wonders if he’ll ever get a championship himself. But I don’t have to wonder. I know he will. There’s no way he wouldn’t.

He twists and peers over his shoulder at his reflection. Winston Cup Champion 1998 blazes in bright gold on the back. I want to go over to him and tell him that he’s a Champion no matter if he’s never won one of those jackets or a million. All that matters is that he’s him and I’m just the lucky one he decides to come home to every night.

I catch a glimpse of the faded orange t-shirt he has on underneath when he turns to face the mirror again. The shusssh of the leather as it crinkles at his movements reminds me of how little use these jackets really get. I wore them maybe five days at the most. I’d forgotten I even had these at home until now. I have half a mind to strip him and make better use of the leather. All it’s done is hang around in the back of my closet, gathering dust. I could drape every inch of him in Winston jackets with how many I own. All but the ‘95 jacket is here. That one’s at the shop for the fans to see.

Mmm…I could pull the coats off him one by one and play the slow reveal of discovery. I never grow tired of exploring him, marking new territory even though that doesn’t exist anymore. I chuckle softly and cause his head to spin towards me. He fumbles at the jacket, trying to get out of it as he stammers, “Jeffy…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I just….”

Stride over to him and still his frantic hands with my own. He’s adorable when he’s flustered and I do everything in my power to keep in such a state. He’s always called me “Jeffy” when he’s like this. Press my lips to his in a soft kiss while I slowly snap the jacket buttons. “Calm down. You’re putting it to better use this way.”

Grin and step beside him, turning him to face the mirror, and I admire the view. Slide my hands down the front of the jacket to smooth out the creases. “You’ll have your own one day.”

His lips move to protest but I kiss him into silence and wrap my arms around him. Nip soft at his jaw, sliding my arm around his waist as I press closer to whisper against his ear, “Why don’t I show you what I’ve been thinking about doing since I saw you?”

“And what would that be?” There’s that gleam in his eyes I’ve come to love more than anything. Kiss him again and as I guide him back toward the bed I’m unable to keep my hands from running over every inch of him. The moment he backs into the bed, I give one soft push and he goes sprawling back against my dark blue sheets. God, he looks so good. Long jean-clad legs, my championship jacket on his shoulders, and a look in his eyes that’s only ever been directed at me. That’s how I plan to keep it. He’s all mine and I don’t plan on sharing.

 “You gonna show me?” His eyes gleam as he looks up at me and I still don’t know how I got so lucky.

 Smile as I crawl onto the bed with him and slide my hands over his body as I lean in to press a kiss against his throat. Kiss my way up his neck and along his throat as I cover his body with my own. He’s already hard and wanting underneath me, and he’s everything I wasn’t looking for. A walk on the wild side that shouldn’t be happening. But I can’t resist him. Can’t say no to the temptation he offers me. His Daddy would kill me, but...I don’t care. Not when I can have him like this.

His hands rove down my back to squeeze my ass and he drags me against him more. “Damn right I will.” Seal my lips against his and kiss him for all I’m worth. Settle between his spread legs and hiss low when I feel the bulge in his jeans letting me know he’s into this as much as I am. He moans soft into my mouth while I tug at the jacket, wanting it off. He’s not helping as he wraps a leg around my waist and writhes under me in the most delicious way possible. His body drags against mine as his hands slide under the waist of my jeans to tease at my skin. Growl low and yank the jacket off him. His shirt’s next and I brush kisses along his shoulder. I love the sight of him under me, begging me for more, even as I hold off.

Fumble at his jeans and pull back when he urges my shirt off. The molten look in those blue eyes of his has me desperate for more skin against skin. He’s mine. Mine. He hooks a hand around the back of my neck to drag me down to purr against my ear, “You just gonna spend all day looking?”

Shudder as that silky purr winds its way through me and jolts the need higher. I don’t know if he has a clue what that accent of his does to me. Kick out of my jeans, dragging his off at the same time, and laugh when I realize for once he has no boxers on. Arch an eyebrow and grin more when he blushes. “Should I be worried about this?”

“Why? Ain’t you gonna be the one bene-” I cut him off with a kiss and curl my body around him. Skim my hand down his torso until I wrap it around his cock. The jerk he gives upwards makes me smile as I nibble down his neck.

“You’re going to put on a show for me, Earnhardt. I’m going to watch you come from just my hand alone.” Smirk at his gasp, the way his eyes flutter closed like he’s found heaven on earth, and the rise and fall of his chest. Glance down to where I hold him and groan low because the sight of him completely at my mercy is something I never dreamed of. I never dreamed he’d be in my bed, so willing to explore all the things I can show him.

Stroke him slowly and I have to tear my gaze away from his face. Place faint kiss after faint kiss down his chest so I can tug at his nipples lightly with my teeth. His hand fists into the pillow beside him while his hips rock against my hand. That’s right, sweet boy. Give yourself to me. Tongue my way down to suck a mark onto his hip then move back to the side, draping my leg over one of his. His eyes flash open and I grin at him. Pupils blown wide with need and his voice is a husky rasp, “Jeffy…please….”

“After you come.” I enjoy pushing him because he has no patience. If he had his way, I’d be pounding his ass into the bed right now. “C’mon, Junebug. Don’t disappoint me.” Drag my nail across his slit and oh yeah, that’s what I want, a cry torn from his lips as his hips buck off the bed. That’s my wanton boy. Give it to me.

Rock against him lightly and bite my lip as I slide against his hip. “You’re the one I’m waiting on.” Dale whimpers low and I’m pushing my own limits. Tighten my hand around him, stroking him faster as I draw my hand all the way down, dragging my thumb lightly over his shaft. Every inch of him I’ve learned, every way to make him unravel. The way his breathing speeds up, the way he goes taut, his body finally pushed past everything he can stand. I can feel him shaking, almost there, body poised on the edge. It’s not enough. Quick and rough, I sit up and press a finger against his opening and he’s gone. A moan, his legs spreading farther apart, his come making the palm of my hand slick, the arch of his neck...it’s all too much. The sight of him makes me growl low because I just need.

Slide between his legs, my hungry gaze traveling down his shaking body all open and ready for me. Mine. Hook my arms under his legs and shift until I’m right against him. Had him before I left, spent all night buried in him, woke him up by fucking him. Sink in slow to watch those eyes open, dazed and still needy. The feel of him drags at me like waves, pulling me in deeper and deeper. “Juuunebug....” Tremble harder with every inch I slide inside. Trace my fingers over his lips and he flicks his tongue against them. His legs curl around my torso as I press forward to lean over him. Desire plays across his face in the way he bites his lip, the flush on his cheeks, the way he rolls his hips against mine. I can still feel the pleasure dancing through him. Every slight shift has his eyes falling shut for just a second and his muscles spasm around me.

“Tell me what you want, Junebug.” His eyes darken, swirling into the temptation I could never resist. I wonder if he can even answer me. His hands slide down my chest, scratching lightly, down my sides and pulling me closer against him. His legs wrap around my back, pulling me forward as he moves forward hard against me. Yeah, that’s answer enough.

Kiss his lips and he curls upwards, seeking more. Grip his hips and pull back to stroke into him slow. It takes me a second to regain enough control to keep a slow rhythm. Once I do, I skim my hand up his side to trace his jaw and his hips move counter to mine. I could stay here forever. Shift to hit that spot inside him and it’s like electricity. His hungry lips press against mine, his hands skate down to knead at my ass and he clenches tight around me. Press my body against his, hot skin against skin and I have to. I need to. Slam into him harder and reach my hand for his until they’re laced together.

Squeeze his hand tight and lock my eyes with his. Everything I need to know is in his eyes and the bright glitter as they lock with mine. His body’s still rocking against me like he can’t get enough and I know because I can’t either. Skim my free hand down his side to clutch at his hip. He arches back and I slide just that bit deeper. He clenches down around me and a shudder wracks through me. He’s breathless and beautiful.

A hand traces against my lips before gliding across my jaw. Turn my face to kiss his palm and it’s not enough. Slide his legs from off my shoulders and press tight against him. His hands slide down my back repeatedly while I bury my face against his shoulder and nip at the soft skin there. Soon enough my thrusts grow erratic as I moan against June’s ear.

His nails dig into my shoulders when he calls out my name, his voice broken in all the best ways, and that’s the little extra I need to send me over the edge. My body goes rigid over his and I let the tight heat sweep me away. Feel a hand slide into my hair and lips brush against my cheek. Slump against him and wrap my arms around him. Right here is everything I need. After a moment longer, I pull from him reluctantly and tug the jacket out from under us. Pull him against me and drag the covers over us.

“Don’t you needa be somewhere?” June murmurs softly and leans into me more.

“No, there’s nowhere else I want to be than right here.”

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