Getting Screwed

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Summary: Jeff has just become the latest driver to fall prey to NASCAR’s idiotic calls with a black flag at Bristol. Can Jimmie find away help him release his rage?

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Celebration Verse
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Jimmie Johnson
CATEGORY: Smut!!
COMPLETED: August 29, 2004
WORD COUNT: 1,266
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. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, what can I say they just inspire me. I read an article this morning about Jeff “storming away from the NASCAR trailer without a word” and I just had to write this.
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Post Race - Sharpie 500 Bristol : August 27, 2004

“God Damned officials!!” I hear him curse angrily as he slams the door and throws his hat across the room slamming the door to his coach behind him. I came here to wait for him right after the race knowing how pissed he was going to be. Looks like I was right.

“I take it the meeting didn’t go well,” I say from the couch. He turns sharply my direction and I can see him still breathing hard from the anger. We all know meetings in that big white trailer never end well. NASCAR never backs down, even if they’re wrong, they can’t ever lose face to a driver, even to a champion like him.

His eyes are shining with passion and anger and I can’t help the smile that crosses my lips at seeing him so worked up. He just looks so damn sexy when he’s mad. But, I realize he’s still wrapped up in the black flag call tonight when he responds shortly to me, “No shit.”

He’s clenching his fists in rage and I can’t help but smile at him again. Is it wrong that I get turned on by him when he’s this way? “Oh, come on Jeff,” I tell him. “You didn’t really expect them to give in did you?”

He meets my eyes with a fiery glare at my words. Oooooh I think, he’s really pissed tonight. “It wasn’t right,” he replies. “Assholes didn’t even bother listening. Already had their minds made up. It’s just not right!” he tells me angrily.

He’s all but shaking in anger and I finally push myself up off the couch. As I cross the room I try to calm him down the same way he does me saying, “Jeff, don’t worry about it. You’re still in the points lead, and it’s not like it was one of the last ten races,” I try to convince him. But, he just closes his eyes shaking his head.

“That’s not it, Jimmie,” he says still shaking his head. Then he takes a deep breath and says, “I just don’t like getting screwed.”

I can’t help but smile at those words as I step closer to him right into his personal space. I lean into him and say in a low voice, “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it last night.”

I see that he’s still mad, and he wants to come back with a sharp reply. But, just like I thought, he can’t. Instead a slow smile plays at his lips as I watch him remember last night’s activities. Oh, I know he’s not over his anger yet, and that’s just going to make things much more fun.

Finally he sighs pushing me back a bit and says, “Yeah, well. You’re the only one who gets that privilege.” He’s looking down now and he’s just adorable.

“Believe me, I feel privileged,” I all but purr stepping close to him again. I lean over again speaking right in his ear in my sexiest voice, “Come on baby, take it all out on me. You know you want to.”

At first I wonder if he’s going to go for it, or if he’s just going to end up brooding half the night. I can feel the energy radiating off of him and I inhale a deep breath. Oh please… I think to myself, but then his head snaps up and eyes full of more emotions than I can name meet mine.

Before I have a chance to react I feel him grab my arms turning me and pushing me back against the door, hard. His lips crash to mine and I can feel all his anger and rage pouring into me. It’s so unbelievably hot. His mouth attacks mine with his teeth and tongue, his hungry lips searing mine.

His hands are all over me, clawing at me, about to rip my shirt in his haste. Instead I grab the bottom of it myself forcing him to release my lips as I pull it over my head. I barely even get a chance to catch my breath as he attacks me again.

One strong hand is pulling down on the back of my neck holding me to the kiss, as if he even needs to. I feel like he is branding my very soul with his passion. I feel his other hand searching the pockets of my jeans and I know what he’s looking for. Finally he finds the small tube in my front pocket and I feel him moan into my mouth.

I can’t control the tremors of raw lust that run through me at the sound. Before I know it he’s tearing at my jeans pushing them down at he turns me roughly again pushing me over the arm of the nearby couch. I lean up and look over my shoulder at his blazing eyes as he strips out of his firesuit. He’s never looked more sexy I think to myself as he reaches down to stroke himself.

Then he comes forward pushing me down roughly over the couch again. He waists no time in thrusting hard inside me and I groan loudly at the penetration. My hands grip the couch digging into the cushions for support as he slams into me from behind. But, for some reason I feel like he’s holding back, and I want it all.

“Give it all to me Jeffy, pour it all into me baby,” I cry out to him as he increases his pace. I feel his hands bruising my hips and I close my eyes reveling in it all. The passion, the heat, it’s all so damn erotic I can barely stand it. I feel his nails biting into my skin and I rub my rock hard member against the arm of the leather couch. My teeth lock together as he pumps harder and faster into me as my own passion rises higher and higher. Finally I feel him reach around me and just the touch of his hand on me is more than I can stand and I explode in a haze of passion that burns my mind blurring my vision.

I barely even have a chance to come down as he’s pounding into me again even harder than before. I brace myself against the couch pushing back against him until I finally hear his scream of pleasure behind me. We both slump forward for a moment trying desperately to catch our breaths. I feel numb with pleasure as I feel him resting against me, and some part of me realizes how much I love it when he’s pissed.

Then I moan as I feel him pull away from me and I just lay there across the arm of the couch not caring about how I look. I close my eyes and sigh contented and start to relax. Then I feel a hand at the back of my neck turning my head and pulling me into a kiss. I open my eyes as his dark ones meet mine and see that he’s finally smiling.

“Come on now Jimmieboy, you don’t really think I’m done with you yet, do you?”

“Mmmmm,” is all I can reply at the hot look he’s giving me. He helps pull me to my feet then smacks my ass as he gives me a gentle push towards the hallway. I turn and grin knowing this night is just going to get better. Sometimes, it’s really not a bad thing to get screwed.

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