Charlotte Celebration

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Summary: Revenge is a dish best served hot.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Celebration Verse
PAIRINGS: Jeff Gordon/Jimmie Johnson, Dale Earnhardt Jr/Elliott Sadler, Jeff POV
CATEGORY: Smut, smut, smut!!
COMPLETED: December 23th, 2007
WORD COUNT: 3,629
DISCLAIMER: 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 for for Lissa or “lissachicka” for Christmas. I'll be honest. I never thought I'd write this series again. But thanks to you, three years later, Dale finally got his revenge. Thank you hun and Merry Christmas sweetie!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was done my request for Christmas 2007. The premise? A request for a return to the Celebration Verse and some Junyah and Ellyut. Junior finally gets his revenge in a sequel to Bristol Celebration.
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Thanks to Zippit for the awesome beta on this.
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Post Race - UAW-GM Quality 500: October 16th, 2004

It’s time to celebrate.

My boy, my Jimmieboy just won at Charlotte, my Charlotte, for the second time in a row.  Lowe’s car at the Lowe’s track, it really is a sponsor’s dream.  And mine, because now he’s showing the world what I already knew.  My boy’s a winner and soon he’ll be a champion, of that I have no doubt.  The party that night will rival any the world has ever seen.  But I’m getting ahead of myself.  Right now we need to celebrate tonight…and I have the perfect scenario.

Hide in the shadows with him as one of the last haulers leave, and I’m sure most people assume we’re long gone.  I really couldn’t have asked for more tonight, finishing right behind him after the night I had, and the fact that we both beat Junior was an added plus.  I know he was seeing green during the post race press conference with all three of us because he knows I have something good planned.  He’s yet to get me back for Bristol and I’m starting to think it was all an empty threat.  Pity…it could have been fun if he’d hung around.

Squeeze Jimmie’s hand when the truck lights finally go out and I know it’s time.  Turn and pull him down for a soft kiss, and then whisper against his lips.  “Time for your victory celebration Jimmieboy…you ready for this.”

I can feel the anticipation in the air as if it was a tangible thing and I slide my hands down his sides, causing him to shiver.  “Yes, Jeffy.  Please…I’ve been waiting all night,” and I know he has.  I’ve seen it in his actions all through the press conference when he could barely tear his eyes from me.  I’m beginning to adore this winning tradition of ours and I already know what we’re doing tonight.  I knew the instant I came to him in Victory Lane as he was showered in confetti.  He belongs in there, and tonight, he’s going back.

Tug his hand when the final hauler goes past and the track is finally quiet.  It’s funny how fast the infield can turn into a ghost town.  One minute it’s buzzing with dozens of teams and the next it’s echoing silence.  This close to home I think the pull is even stronger to get out of here so we should be completely alone…or not, and it’s that part of the equation that already has me so hard with desire I can barely walk.

“Let’s go,” I tell in a hushed breath and we rush hand in hand to the dark Victory Lane still covered in red, white, and blue confetti.  Jimmie’s confetti.  Our confetti.  And now it’s about to be our Victory Lane. 

Turn him once we reach the place his car was less than two hours ago and kiss him hard, my hand sliding behind his neck to hold him close.  God, I swear I love this rush.  Jimmie, my Jimmie, so hard and lean and willing under my hands as I back him over to the chain link fence.  Slide my hands down his chest to curl my fingers in the waistband of his jeans and his moan of desire sends shivers down my spine.  Always so eager, always so ready, my Jimmieboy….

Break the kiss to nip along the column of his neck to ear and trace it with the tip of my tongue.  “Are you ready for me, Jimmieboy?  Do you want me to take you, here, in your Victory Lane?” I breathe against his skin and his trembling, over heated body gives me my answer long before his raspy words.

“Please, Jeffy, take me now.  Want you, want you so much.”  That’s all I need to hear.  Turn him so he can bend over and grip the chain link as my hands slide around his waist to unfasten his jeans and I can’t get them undone fast enough.  We don’t have much time.  There are still people at the track but right now I think we’re so wound up this isn’t going to last long.  We’ve never done Victory Lane before but if this goes well…there could be so many more in our future.

Slide my hand inside his jeans and, oh fuck, he’s so hard for me already.  Sweet, sweet boy you won’t have to wait much longer.  Slide my hand over his quivering, hard cock rub my cheek against the back of his shoulder, just needing to be close.  Hear the chain link fence rattle as he bucks into my hand and I know it’s time.  Pull the lube from my front pocket and undo my jeans, the cool October air doing nothing to quell my desire.  No time, we have no time.  Slide my hand over my own hard cock to get myself ready for him and then….

“Oh fuck Jimmie, yesssssssssssss,” I groan low as his tight, perfect body takes me in completely.  Feel him tense initially, but then there it is, oh yes that’s right my sweet, sexy boy.  Rock forward, pushing deeper and I swear there is no heaven like the amazing body beneath mine.  Wrap my arms tight around his waist to take him in my hand and quickly thrust into him, my desire already burning so hot I’m seeing starts.

“Yes, Jeffy, oh yes, so good, oh God so good,” He babbles softly under me and I can feel his body growing tense.  I know him so well and I know this is going to be perfect, just him and me, exactly at is should be.  Thrust harder, holding nothing back and then…

HOLY SHIT!

The lights come on and, oh God, Jimmie we’ve got to go!  Pull from him with a low grunt and then grab his hand as he struggles to get his jeans around his waist and just like the Brickyard we’re on the run again.  Heart pounds and I can see that he’s limping.  Shit, we need a place to hide.  Spot a hauler closer than anything else and…we have to try.  Drag him with me and can’t believe my luck when the door opens under my hand.  Maybe we’ll be ok after all.  We’ll just take refuge in Hammond’s “Hollywood Hotel.”

Lead Jimmie inside and wrap my arms around him when I realize he can barely catch his breath.  His eyes are wide and it looks like he might have twisted his ankle.  Poor sweet boy, I swear I’ll make it up to you.  Kiss his cheek and then urge him to rest his head on my shoulder as I slowly rub his back and he starts to calm down.  “It’s ok, Jimmieboy.  I’ve got you.  We’re safe.  Just relax.  No one should even be here.”

And that’s when it hits me.  No one should be here, especially not anyone who should be turning on the lights to Victory Lane.  And the door to this hauler…there’s no way it should have actually been unlocked.  It’s almost like someone was--.  Hear a noise outside and realize someone’s coming.  Wrap my arm around Jimmie’s waist and lead him to a dark corner to crouch down behind some video equipment.  Pull Jimmie into my arms and position myself so I can see who comes in even though I already have a pretty good idea who it might be….

“Are you sure about this, Junyah?  I mean, they could be headed home, ya know, like we should be.  ‘sides, someone could sti--ow, what the?”

“Shit Elliott, can you walk into a room without tripping over your big feet?  I haven’t been wrong yet, have I?  They were exactly where I said they would be….”

Junior.  Who else would it be?  The lights coming on at exactly the wrong time, the nearest place to run for cover just happening to be unlocked.  That redneck, prick planned this.  He wanted me here, trapped, just like he was.  I should have known he’d try something like this.  I swear I should go over there right now and—

“Jeffy?”  His voice is soft and questioning and I know he can feel how angry I am.  He knows me so well.  Stroke my hand over his back and hold him protectively.

“It’s ok, Jimmie.  It’s just Junior and Elliott thinking they’re gonna have some fun.”  Pause and watch Dale scan the room and I know he’s trying to find out where I am, to put on his own show no doubt.  Slow smile starts to cross my face.  Why should he have all the fun?  Look down into Jimmie’s sweet face that’s almost entirely enshrouded by the dark room.  “Do you trust me, Jimmieboy?”

“Always, Jeffy,” he replies immediately.  He really is such a sweet, sweet boy.  Kiss his lips softly before whispering against them.

“Don’t worry, my boy.  They won’t ruin your night.  Just trust me and follow my lead.”  He nods to me and I shift again to turn my attention back to the two hicks still arguing about the size of…something that I’m sure I don’t need to know.  Junior is still casting glances around the room and I can’t help but smile.  At least he doesn’t know where I am.  That’s something.  Now I can’t wait to see if he can actually back up his unspoken threat or if this is just an elaborate bluff.

“Junyah…I’m still not sure ‘bout this,” Elliott drawls as Dale back him up against Hammond’s desk.  I can’t help but smile as it seems June’s not so little accomplice is starting to get stage fright.  I wondered just how bold he’d be.  He never really struck me as the exhibitionist type.  Watch as Dale whispers something in his ear and I can’t help but wonder how he plans to convince him.

Slow smirks crosses my face and I squeeze Jimmie’s hand before kicking at a chair that makes just enough noise to make sure they know they’re not alone.  Watch as Elliott’s head snaps up and eyes go wide and I know I guessed right.  Dale was trying to convince  him they were alone.  C’mon, Earnhardt, you don’t think I’m going to make it that easy on you do you?

See Dale frown and shoot a glare my direction, but just for a moment because Sadler is already trying to bolt.  He’s pushed away from the table and in another moment this may all be over.  Smirk to myself and think about all the ways I can rub this in his face when he suddenly takes me and obviously Elliott by surprise as he reaches down and grabs him between the legs.  Eyes widen at Sadler’s gasp and I know Dale has to be squeezing him tight because his voice is at least an octave higher as he calls June’s name.  But then he rubs his hand over Elliott’s crotch and apparently Sadler likes it when Earnhardt plays dirty because all his protests fall silent.

Feel Jimmie curl closer to me, obviously uninterested in the show and I wrap my arm tighter around him but don’t tear my eyes away even for an instant.  I’m still not convinced he’s going to follow through, but either way, I’m not going to miss a thing. 

Watch as Dale continues to stroke him through his jeans as his other hand starts to work at unfastening them.  He seems to struggle for a moment but then he must have it as he bends Elliott back over the desk.  Lean forward a little to get a better look as he tugs down his jeans and…ho-lee-shit.

Junior has finally gotten Sadler’s pants and boxers to his knees and dear god, they don’t call him “Godzilla” for nothing.  Eyes go wide as I catch a glimpse of Sadler’s massive cock and the only think I can think is…Junior actually lets him fuck him with that?  Blink my eyes to make sure I’m seeing things clearly, and shit, I heard it was big but that’s just…inhuman!

Thread my fingers slowly through Jimmie’s hair and rock forward again as I watch Junior bathe “Cockzilla” with his tongue and I find myself licking my lips.  He’s already gone further than I expected and now I can’t wait to see the rest.  Watch as Junior sucks at his tip and damn, I knew that crooked mouth would look so good wrapped around a cock.  I wish I had a better view.  I wish I could look into those eyes that are turned my direction.  I wish I could…holy crap Dale, are you kidding me?

Mouth drops open and go completely hard as Earnhardt shows exactly what kind of a porn star he really is and fucking deep throats Elliott all the way to the root.  I’ve watched movies where professionals balked at less.  Feel my heart pound as he slowly bobs his head over Elliott’s length and I swear he must have no gag reflex at all.  You could probably fuck that pretty mouth—

Suck in a sharp breath as I suddenly feel Jimmie’s hand running over the growing bulge in my jeans and his lips at my neck.  “Want me to do that for you, Jeffy?” he purrs against my neck and then draws his tongue across my skin.  Nod to him and reach down to unfasten my jeans as my eyes are still glued to the sight before me.

“Yesss, Jimmieboy.  Show me just how sinful your mouth can be,” I whisper to him and as always he doesn’t disappoint.  Another moment and I feel his hot, wet mouth swallowing me down and God, I really do love him.  Thread my fingers through his soft hair and urge him to keep a slow steady pace because I’m not close to ready for this to end yet.  No, this won’t end until we’re both screaming out in pleasure.

Tremble as I watch Dale quicken his pace and his cheeks hollow out to suck harder on Elliott’s cock.  Sadler has apparently given up all pretenses and is completely spread out on the table moaning with an accent so thick if he is forming words I don’t have a prayer of understanding them.  Jump slightly when his hands smack the desk hard and squeeze Jimmie’s neck slightly as I feel my own desire rising higher.

“Juuuuuuuuuuuunyaaaaaaaah, yeaaaaaaaaaaah,” he cries out long and low and I tug at Jimmie’s neck to bring him up to my lips.  Kiss him deep and I can taste traces of myself on him.  Pull him closer and then reach down to push at his jeans again.  He didn’t even get them completely refastened and I’m breathless as soon as I feel his hot skin under my hands.

“On your hands and knees, Jimmie baby.  Let me have you.” Stare deep into his eyes before he pulls away.  “And let me hear you moan.  Don’t worry about them.  Let them know how much you love me.”  Watch as he nods to me and kisses me again before turning and moving into position.  Shove my own jeans down and put my hands on his hips as I get on my knees behind him.  Another moment and, “God, yesssssss,” I breathe as I slid deep inside him again.

Raise my eyes, as I bury myself completely inside his tight ass, just in time to see Dale slam into Sadler.  I hear his growl from here and it sends a shiver down my spine.  His face is shadowed in the dark room but he’s positioned them so he’s looking directly at me.  Can he see me among all the cameras and random equipment?  Does he feel my eyes on him?  Fuck, he looks so hot taking control and I swear I can feel his gaze burning through me.

He’s got Elliott spread completely wide open, legs over his shoulders, and I know he’s a deep as he can be…just like I am as I thrust my hips forward against Jimmie’s sweet ass.  Keep watching and I see a flash of white as he bears his teeth and I slam into Jimmie harder.  Catch a better glimpse of his face as moonlight streams through some uncovered window and see the angle of his brows, the hard line of his jaw and in this light he looks like a devil himself.  What must it be like to be tamed by a demon…

Hear Jimmie now, moaning deep beneath me and I see it catch Junior’s attention.  That’s right Earnhardt.  You aren’t the only stud tonight.  Watch as he strokes Elliott’s cock again, just as I do Jimmie’s and apparently the race is on to see who gets the final one up of the night.  I can see the challenge, clear across the room, but what he doesn’t understand is…I know my boy.

Change the angle of my hips and make my thrusts sharper, deeper and Jimmie’s moans instantly grow louder.  That’s it Baby, come for me like I know you want to.  Smack him on the ass and I can feel his muscles tighten.  Catch a glimpse of Dale trying to bring Sadler off but all bets are off when Jimmie’s cry rings out through dark hauler and is quickly joined with my own.

Sweet, perfection crushing me in sheer ecstasy and I’m only vaguely away of their moans of pleasure.  Pull from him slowly, but then Jimmie’s launching at me and for a moment I get completely lost in his kiss.  That is…until I hear laughter that doesn’t belong here at all.  Break the kiss and pull Jimmie close as I scan the darkness for the source.

“Did you get it?” I hear Dale call out as he steps back from the spent and panting Sadler to fasten his jeans.

“Oh, hell yeah.  You were right.  Night vision cameras are the shit, June,” I hear and my blood runs cold when I see Kevin come out of whatever hiding place he must have been in.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

They didn’t.  He wouldn’t.  But “Happy’s” mocking laughter tells me different.  It was all a set up.  A fucking set up with me and Jimmie as the pawns.  Move to my feet and fasten my jeans in one motion as I storm out of my hiding place and glower at them both.  Sadler seems to finally realize he’s naked and ends up falling off the table with a heavy thud in his efforts to get dressed.  But I barely even notice.  My eyes are locked on Harvick and his camcorder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Harvick?  Give me that!” I snap and reach for the camera.  But he’s already tossed it to Dale and put both hands up in a “don’t hurt me” gesture.

“Easy Gordon.  I was just doing a friend a favor.  Don’t shoot the messenger,” he tells me with that infuriating smirk of his and it’s all I can do not to wring his neck.  Knowing him he probably came up with the idea.

“Messenger?  More like mastermind--”

“Heeeeeeey, this wasn’t his game, it was mine!”  Dale snaps and I glance over to see a scowl on his face as he cradles the camera close.

“Game?  Is that what this is, Junyah?  A game?”  Look over as Elliott finally pulls himself up from the floor with a scowl of his own.  “I didn’t know I was part of some kind of game for you an’ Hahvick.”

“Elly, no, that’s not it,” Dale babbles as he tries to block Sadler’s exit.  “It wasn’t just that.  Seriously.”  But Elliott doesn’t seem to be having any of it as he pushes his way around him.  Slow smile curls over my lips as I feel Jimmie move behind me and rest a hand on my hip.  I guess not everyone was in on Dale’s little plan.

Watch as Sadler storms out and Dale stops at the door to look back at me, holding up the camera.  “This isn’t over, Gordon,” but before I have a chance to ask what he means he’s out the door and after the fuming giant.  Shoot a glance to Kevin as he makes his way to the door but he just shrugs at me and grins as he heads out after them. 

Stare after them for a long moment and then force myself to shake it off.  Dale will let me know what he wants when he’s ready.  It’s not like he’s going to take the video to the press or anything.  I just hate that Harvick was the one on the recording end.  I was pissed as hell but now, now I’m more curious than anything. 

Feel Jimmie’s hand curl over my hip and then turn to take his face in my hands as I kiss him softly.  “Ready to go home?” I ask him softly and at his nod I give him another sweet kiss.  “Love you, Jimmieboy.”

“Love you too, Jeffy,” he replies and laces his fingers with mine.  Lead him to the door and my mind wanders.  Why would Dale want a video of me and Jimmie?  Just to show that he could get it, or does he have something more entertaining in mind?  I have to give him this…I didn’t expect this.  I thought cornering us in the hauler was the extent of his payback.  Still think Harvick had to play a part in this…but I’m sure I’ll find out more later. 

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