Yard of Bricks Celebration

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Summary: Jeff just won the Brickyard for the fourth time, but where is Jimmie?

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Celebration Verse
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Jimmie Johnson, Dale Earnhardt Jr.
CATEGORY: Angst/Romance/Smut!!
COMPLETED: August 20, 2004
WORD COUNT: 8,620
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: Well here I am with another celebration story! I can’t believe how long it took!! This one is obviously inspired by Jeff’s 4th Brickyard win, as well as, a victory lane picture of the two of them in VL after Jimmie’s Pocono win the week before which you can see here. I really don’t know why the angst came out so much at the beginning of this one, but you know you can’t fight with the muse.
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Indianapolis Hotel Room 11:45am: August 8th, 2004

I got out of there as fast as I could. I didn’t want to answer any more questions about the spin, the blown engine. I just wanted to get away. I remember watching his car leading... I knew he would win. It is his track after all. But, I just wanted to get as far away from the track as possible. Now I’m starting to think I made a mistake.

I’m standing at the window looking out at the lights sparkling in the dark night, as the day plays through my head. The frustration of driving a car that just wasn’t right... spinning out like an idiot... blowing the motor... It’s understandable that I didn’t want to be there right? It just makes sense that I left him a note in his coach that I’d be at the hotel instead of meeting him in victory lane, where I knew he’d end up. Where he was last weekend at Pocono with me... celebrating my win... I really am an ass.

What was I thinking? This is his track, his hometown. I know how much he loves this place. Just like I love California. This is the place he really calls home. The place he always dreamed of winning at, and I bailed on him. He’s never done that to me. He’s always been the first one waiting for me, and the celebrations afterward... I feel the smile cross my face as I think of all the creative ways he always comes up with to “celebrate.” Why am I here alone again?

I stretch and turn to look at the clock. Shouldn’t I have heard from him by now? I do a double take as I see the bedside clock reading 12:00 am. That can’t be right. I know I feel asleep, but it can’t be that late. I haven’t even heard from him yet. I check my watch to be sure of the time. It’s right, and he’s not here.

The events of last weekend run through my mind again. Holding him in victory lane, whispering everything I wanted to do to him later, and him making good on all of it. Then I think about today. Watching the post race interviews sitting in the hotel room. Didn’t he seem to be looking for someone? I am really such an ass. I was supposed to be there, and he’s not here.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” I curse as a grab my bag and rental car keys and rush out of the room. I waist no time as I hurry to my car and start the engine. If he hasn’t called, and he’s not here, he must still be at the track. Why wouldn’t he be? He just won the Brickyard 400 for the fourth time. Why am I such a self absorbed idiot sometimes?

I step on the gas and curse again as I realize there is still traffic even this late. I just hope he’s not too mad.

*****

The Brickyard Infield 1:15 am

I finally pull into the already dark track a little after 1:00 am. I wonder if he’s even still awake? Surely he’s still here. He wouldn’t fly out with out me. Right?

I pull into the almost empty driver’s lot and hop out of the car. There is hardly any light at all as the track lights are already off. It’s really eerie how quiet and empty tracks get after the race. Most of the crews have already taken the cars home, and anyone who hasn’t left is usually asleep since our days start so early on Sunday.

My eyes scan over the few remaining coaches in the dim light and I spot his... right next to the empty space where mine should be. I really am such an idiot. The lights in his coach are out, so I guess he’s asleep. I quietly walk up and unlock the door with my key and step inside. I walk down the dark hall with practiced ease and step into the bedroom... the empty bedroom.

I flip on the light to be sure, but he’s not here. I check the bathroom then walk back up the hall calling his name. I get no answer as my voice bounces off the walls of the empty rooms mocking me. He’s not here. So where is he? Who is he with?

I feel the tiniest bit of jealousy and fear creep into the back of my mind. I shake my head trying to dispel the feelings. I know Jeff loves me. I know he wouldn’t cheat on me. But, where is he?

I go to the door and leave the empty coach, but as my feet hit the ground I realize I have no idea where to look. The lot is dark, as are all the motor coaches in it. It’s not like I can go knocking on doors at 1:30 in the morning. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair trying to decide what to do next as the slight breeze carries an all too familiar sound to my ears. Laughter. His laughter.

I spin around, trying to pin point the source of his voice, and I see a dim light I didn’t notice before coming from a coach several spaces down. I start walking that direction, and I hear his laugh again, along with another I don’t immediately recognize. I feel that tiny stab of jealously in my heart again because I know I should know that other voice.

Then I hear a third which I instantly recognize as Vickers. He’s hanging out with the rookie? Right as I’m about to round the last coach blocking them from view I hear the second voice say, “Damn Gordon, do you have to win the race and take all our money?” As I hear the following laughter I know who it is before I round the corner and stop.

Junior

Dale Jr. who is sitting at a make shift table with Jeff and Brian playing cards under a light from outside Junior’s coach. Junior who is laughing and joking with him. I can’t help the jealousy that always fills me when I see them together. Oh, I know Jeff’s known him longer than me. That’s not what bothers me. It’s the complete ease they have with each other that drives me crazy. That and the cocky smirk he’s giving me now.

He’s noticed me standing here watching them. Jeff’s back is to me and Brian seems too lost in his cards to notice the infuriating look he’s giving me. His eyes don’t leave mine as he leans forward whispering something to Jeff. They both laugh and I grit my teeth at the mocking look in his eyes.

I start towards them again, and Brian finally seems to notice my approach and nods my direction. But, I don’t even acknowledge him as I can’t take my eyes off them. Jeff still doesn’t seem to notice my presence as he studies his new cards, but Junior’s cocky eyes are still locked with mine. That’s when he smiles that grin at me again and brushes his finger tips against the back of Jeff’s hand.

That’s when it’s just all too much. Blinding jealously and rage over take me, and there is nothing I would like more than to knock that smile off his face. To make him pay for messing with what is mine. If he thinks I won’t kick his ass right now, he’s really in for a surprise.

I storm up to the table shaking with anger and glaring at those cold blue eyes meeting mine. I all but shout as I reach them, “What the hell is going on here?”

I see Jeff jump at my harsh comment and look up at me. The wide surprised blue eyes that meet mine I expect, but the hurt directed at me from those blue depths I don’t. I instantly feel my anger draining away at that look. That is until the punk opens his mouth again.

“This is a private game, Johnson, and you aren’t invited.”

I look up to meet Junior’s hard icy glare. I’m actually surprised at the hostility I see in his look. My anger comes back full force. How dare he talk to me like that? How dare he think he can exclude me?

“I don’t need an ‘invitation’ to kick your ass, Junior,” I say as I clinch my fists and lean forward daring him to meet my challenge. I’d like nothing more than to take all my frustrations of the night out on his cocky smirking face.

He slams his hands on the table glaring at me as he starts to get up. But, Jeff reaches out and grabs his wrist preventing him from standing. Jeff is just looking down at the table as we attempt to face off. He doesn’t let go of Junior’s arm and just quietly says, “Sit down, Dale.”

I just want to scream as he’s not even looking at me. He hasn’t even said a thing to me. I watch as he finally removes his hand from Junior and calmly says, “Why don’t we put this game off till later, guys?”

That’s when I remember that Brian’s still here. I look over to the rookie who has wisely stayed quiet. He’s looking around at the rest of us obviously confused at all the tension. Poor kid has no idea what’s going on. But, I don’t have time to focus on my other teammate as I hear Junior’s voice again. But, this time it’s soft and full of concern as he leans in to Jeff and asks, “Are you sure, man?”

I feel the ever present jealousy and insecurity squeeze my heart at the obvious concern written on his face. Jeff just nods to him still keeping his eyes directed to the table and the stacked cards he’s running his fingers over. Junior’s eyes linger over him a moment longer then stands and smiles his unfazed smile at Brian and says, “Hey man, Jeff’s taken enough of our money. How about I buy you a beer?”

Brian stands quickly, obviously happy to have an escape offered to him and follows Junior over to the door of his coach. Junior stops as he lets Brian enter and gives me another cold steel look before climbing inside. I watch the door close trying to bring my anger under control as the night goes completely black as the lights are cut off from inside the coach. Asshole. I just wish I could...

“That was completely uncalled for Jimmie. What was all that about anyway?”

I can hear the tired annoyance in his voice and I’m actually grateful for the darkness now that prevents me from seeing what might be anger or disappointment in his eyes. I don’t think I could handle either right now. I realize I just made a scene in front of the rookie and almost got into a brawl with Junior in the motor coach lot. This is really not my night. But, I still can’t get the image of how cozy they looked together out of my head, and why is he here with Junior and Vickers anyway?

“Why are you here playing cards with them anyway? Why Junior? What was up with all that?” I ask trying to keep the tremor out of my voice that I don’t know if is from anger or something else.

I hear him sigh, and see him shake his head. “I guess I was just supposed to follow you. Nice note by the way. ‘See you’ and the name of the hotel. Not exactly the reception I was expecting.” He’s staring at me now like he expects me to say something. Instead I use the darkness as a cover and stay quiet. I’m really not even sure what to say at this point because he’s right. I totally bailed on him. “So how long did it take to realize I wasn’t coming anyway?”

What can I say to that? That it wasn’t until almost midnight that I realized I was being such a jerk? I have to think of something to say, but what?

“Well, you’re the one who decided to stay here and celebrate with Junior and Vickers instead of coming to be with me,” I accuse him.

“I didn’t choose them over you Jimmie, but they were here and you weren’t. To be honest I didn’t feel like chasing after you. It’s not like I ran off on you after that embarrassment at the 600, now did I? Junior was here and he wanted...”

“He wanted to what...” move in on you, I think as I cut him off. I know I’m being a jerk, but right now I don’t care. Right now I can’t even stand to hear him say that prick’s name. I remember the look of concern on his face when he talked to Jeff, and the hate filled glare he shot me. “Did you even notice the evil look he was giving me?”

“Was that before or after you threatened to kick his ass?” he asks me matter of fact. “Jimmie, I don’t know what the deal is between you and Dale, but he was just trying to be a friend tonight setting up the game. I didn’t even really feel like playing. He wanted to cheer me up...”

“Cheer you up?” I ask not believing. “I figured you still be parting with the crew. You did just win the Brickyard after all. Why would you be needing him to ‘cheer you up.’”

“Because it was you I wanted to be celebrating with you big idiot!”

I watch as he wipes his free hand across his eyes. I was so wrapped up in my anger at Junior that I forgot the hurt I saw in his eyes when he first looked at me tonight, the disappointment written there as he first saw me. He never would have been at this game if I hadn’t left. He never would have been with him.

“Damn it Jimmie,” he says as he shakes his head. “Didn’t you know I was waiting for you? Didn’t know you I was looking for you? There I was surrounded by my crew, Rick, screaming fans and all I could do was wish you were there.” He stares off into the distance as he continues, “Oh I know you had a bad day... I get that. You know I do. So I figured I’d find you back at the coach. I thought you’d be there waiting for me. I never expected you to be gone.”

“Jeff...” I start trying to find something to say.

He sharply turns to look at me as I say his name, and I don’t need to see his eyes to know they are filled with anger. “But, you were gone, leaving me with nothing but a damn note.” His voice is low and even as he says this, each word spoken carefully in the way he only does when he’s really upset. I would rather have him yell at me than talk to me like this. But, he doesn’t yell, he just goes on the same way.

“You of all people should know what this place means to me. How I only dreamed of racing here, much less winning.” He looks away from me at this point back down to the table and the cards he’s running his hands over. His voice takes on a softer tone as he continues, “I didn’t have you the last time. This time I thought...”

I watch as he sighs and just shakes his head. “This place means more to me than any other track on the circuit. Somewhere that all the people don’t hate me. Somewhere I feel at home, and there is no one else in the whole damned world I wanted to share it with more than you!”

“Damn it. Now you have me acting like a fucking sappy idiot,” he says as he tosses the cards on the table, stands quickly knocking over the chair behind him and starts storming off in the direction of his motor coach. He doesn’t spare me a glance as he brushes by me and starts walking off with long quick strides. I turn and hurry after him. I have to fix this. I have to make things right.

“Jeff,” I call after him, but he doesn’t slow down. “Jeff, I’m sorry...” but he doesn’t seem to be listening. As I see him reach his coach the thought runs through my mind, what happens if he doesn’t want to let me in? Please don’t shut me out I think as he opens the door and climbs inside. But, my fears are for nothing as he leaves the door open behind him. I follow him inside and try again to talk to him as he’s standing across the room not facing me, but everything just all comes out in a rush.

“Jeff, really, I’m sorry. I acted like an idiot. I shouldn’t have left. I know I shouldn’t have left. I wasn’t even thinking. I’ve just been under so much pressure lately with the points lead and the media... I just wanted to get away. I wasn’t even thinking. I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot... it’s just with everything... the spin... the media... it’s just all...”

“I know.”

I look up and see he’s turned back around and is looking at me with the barest hint of a smile on his lips. Why is he smiling? What did I say? Is he still mad?

“Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you ramble like that?”

“What?” I say still trying to process the fact that he’s smiling at me now with that crooked grin of his I just can’t resist. Did he just call me adorable? Wait, he’s making fun of me! How did that happen?

“Jimmie,” he says as he shakes his head. “I’m sorry too. I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure this season. I’ve been there too, remember?,” he says as he moves towards me. “I was just disappointed. I’m selfish I guess. I just wanted you here all to myself,” he says as he finally reaches me. “I missed you,” he all but whispers against my lips as he slips his hand around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

His lips are soft against mine and the kiss is tender letting me know he’s not really that mad anymore. But, I know I hurt him by not being here, and I plan on finding a way to make it up to him as I pull him closer and deepen the kiss. When we finally break apart he turns his head and rests it on my shoulder with his lips barely touching my neck. As I hold him a thought from earlier enters my mind and I can’t help but tease him.

“So you missed me, huh?” I ask him as I run my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck.

“Mmm hmm,” is all he replies still resting is head against me with his eyes closed.

“I have to say,” I continue, “that you didn’t seem to be missing me too much when you were making out with those bricks,” I say with a grin.

He lifts his head and pulls back just enough to meet my eyes for a moment as he seems to process what I said. Then I watch as those blue eyes seem to darken and a mischievous smile crosses his face. I can’t help but wonder what am I in for now, as I know what those looks usually mean. Not that I’m complaining. I’d do about anything to make up for not being here sooner.

He leans into me again and I can feel his breath on my neck as he says, “I don’t think you would say that if you knew what I was thinking.” He pauses to kiss my neck then continues speaking low in my ear. “I was imagining pressing you against that yard of bricks and kissing you senseless.”

“Oh really?” is all I can manage to say a he continues kissing my neck. He knows how much I love it when he talks to me this way. He always knows exactly how to drive me crazy.

“Oh yeah,” he replies between kisses. “Pinning you down on those bricks having my wicked way with you. What better way to celebrate?”

He pulls me in for another kiss and I can’t get the image he painted out of my mind. I moan softly into his lips as I imagine him pinning me to the track and kissing me like this. Then it hits me. The perfect way to make up for not being here. I’ll give him his fantasy.

I break the kiss and whisper low in his ear, “So, what are we waiting for?” He pulls back and looks at me with a smile obviously thinking that I’m kidding. Then he reads the truth in my eyes and that sexy mischievous grin is back. “Really?” he asks as his eyes light up and I can’t help but think of a kid who’s been offered a trip to Disneyland at the disbelief and excitement I hear in his voice.

“Really,” I reply and watch as the excitement in his eyes turns to a look of pure lust. The next thing I know he’s kissing me again and it’s hot and passionate. I feel like I’m drowning in him, and there is no one in the world but us. Finally he pulls away leaving me breathless and says in a lust roughened voice, “I love you.”

I just smile a teasing smile and reply, “I know.” He playfully punches me in the shoulder at that, and I tilt my head towards the door. He grins and heads outside back into the dark night. I follow him stopping just for a moment to rummage through my bag I dropped by the door earlier before stepping into the cooling night.

We walk quickly, not needing to say a word as excitement runs through me. This isn’t the first time we’ve done something risky, but it’s definitely the most dangerous thing we’ve tried. I feel a broad smile cross my face as I remember some of our other daring escapades, and I feel my jeans become a little bit tighter at the memories.

We pass the garages and I marvel again at how quiet the night is. It’s almost as if we are the only two people here. But, the very thought that we aren’t, that we could get caught just fuels the growing fire inside me. Why is it that a hint of danger is such an aphrodisiac? I catch sight of the long pit road and my anticipation builds all the more. We silently climb over the low wall and cross onto the grass leading up to the famous yard of bricks. That’s when I realize he wants it all. He wants me on the track, not on the bricks extending behind pit road. Not that I’m surprised. He never does anything half way. It’s all part of the reason I can never get enough of him.

We finally reach the edge of the track and he turns to me. I can see he’s all but trembling with anticipation, and I am so glad I decided to do this. I really would do anything for him. He smiles at me and grabs my arm pulling me close. “You have no idea how much I wanted this,” his now husky voice tells me as he crushes his lips to mine.

He pulls me over to the edge of the track and I feel his hands pushing down on my shoulders. That’s when I remember he wants me on the bricks. I start to slowly kneel down not wanting to break the kiss, but before I know it he pushes me backward so I land with my palms scraping against the rough track. The boldness of his actions and the wild look of hunger in his eyes turn me on all the more as he pushes me more gently back onto the bricks and climbs up my body.

I can’t even describe how much I love him taking control this way. He crawls over me pinning me down to the track just like he said he would and attacks my lips again. His hands are everywhere and the kiss is almost brutal in its intensity. This isn’t the soft and slow kiss from earlier, this is lust and passion at a fevered pitch. I reach up to try and hold him, but his hands grab mine at the wrists and pin them to the rough surface at my sides. I can’t stop the groan that escapes my lips at his show of dominance. I am such his bitch, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I feel like he’s trying to devour me, and I’m so turned on I don’t see how this can end in nothing but a make out session. There’s no way I can make it back to the coach now.

I feel one of his hands sliding down my body and fastening on the waist of my jeans. He cups me through the denim, and I can’t hold back another moan. Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me? I feel him fight with the button of my jeans, and before I know it he’s stroking me with his hand. I want to grab him, to claw at his back, but I keep my hands at my sides with my fingers digging at the rough asphalt. He really does know how to drive me insane.

Finally, I feel him pull back and I whimper at the loss of contact. I see his lust darkened blue eyes meet mine and I can barely take it. I’m panting as I see his kiss swollen lips smile at me and I just stare into his eyes. But, before I know what’s happening those endless blue eyes are gone replaced by the dark starless night. I open my mouth to say something, but have to end up biting my lip to stifle a moan as he completely takes me in that hot wet mouth of his.

My eyes roll back in my head and I scrape my fingers and palms as I claw at the track trying to find something to hold on to. I look down to see him with his palms on the bricks on either side of me and his head down just like he was earlier. But, it’s not the bricks he’s kissing now. His eyes flick up to meet mine as he slowly bobs his head sucking my length. His gaze is too much for me and I slam my head back onto the bricks and look up at the huge infield tower looming above us. It’s completely dark, but the thought of there being just one person up there looking down on us...

This time I can’t stop the groan that escapes my lips as I come hard into his willing mouth. I’m seeing stars and my vision is a haze of colors as he drinks me down. I feel him crawl back up my body, and I see that self satisfied smirk of his I can never get enough of. I grab him and pull him down plundering his mouth with my own. I know I will never be able to drive or look at this track the same way again.

As I kiss him I feel his hard length pressing into my thigh. I’ll give him this, he does have a champion’s patience, and lucky me I get to be the recipient of it more times than not. It’s at that moment I remember something he told me once. Something about the first time he toured this track as a kid.

I gently push him back breaking the kiss and sit up. He grins at me again, and I would love to know what he’s thinking. That’s when he sits back on his heels and says, “Man, the bricks taste much better this time around.” I moan at his “observation” and wonder just how many times he’s going to turn me on tonight. I use my scraped palms to scoot myself up the track a bit and fasten my jeans. Then it’s my turn to grin at him.

I push myself to my feet and reach out my hand to help him up. He takes it and notices the smile on my face. “What?” he asks. He knows me too well. He knows I’m planning something. As I pull him up I don’t let go of his hand, but intertwine my fingers with his instead. We so rarely get to hold hands. I tug on his hand and start walking towards pit road with so many thoughts running through my head.

I expect him to ask me again what I’m thinking, but he doesn’t. He just waits for me to tell him. I have to shake my head at his patience. As we slowly walk across the grass I tell him, “I was just remembering a story you told me once about this place.”

“Oh yeah?” he says squeezing my hand. “What story would that be?” I look over at him and see he’s really not in the talking mood. His hungry eyes are burning into me and I know he’s not going to indulge me much longer.

“The one you told me about when you first came here as a kid and toured the track the day after the Indy 500,” I reply to him.

Even in the dark I can see the surprised look on his face. “I can’t believe you remember that,” he tells me.

“I remember everything you tell me Jeffy, even if I still do dumb things,” I say as I smile at him.

“So why were you thinking about that?” he asks as we finally reach pit road.

I lead him along as I respond, “I was thinking about how you said you were so impressed when you saw Mear’s name painted on pit wall, how you thought it was so neat seeing where he pitted the day before.”

He shoots me a puzzled look and asks, “That’s what you were thinking about?”

We come to a stop and I see he doesn’t even realize where we are. I give him my sexiest grin, or at least the one he always tells me is and pull something out of my pocket. I take the small tube I grabbed from my bag when we left the coach and press it in his hand. Then I lean forward so that I’m speaking low right in his ear and tell him, “So, why don’t you make a new memory and take me right here in your own box?”

I turn and lean over putting my hands on the pit wall so that my back is facing him. I can feel that he’s not moving, probably shocked at my boldness. I grin as I look down and see his name stenciled on the wall in front of me and feel a fresh surge of desire run through me. Then I feel him grab my arm and spin me around locking his lips with mine. His fingers are digging into the back of my neck as his other hand roams down my chest and to the waist of my jeans for the second time tonight. He quickly unfastens them and begins stroking me to hardness again.

I can’t believe how I can never get enough of him. It’s like he’s a drug and I’m completely addicted. He’s kissing my neck and driving me crazy, and all I want is to be bent over that wall.

As if he is reading my mind he turns me around again and my scraped hands hit the wall as he pushes me forward. But, the slight pain I feel only seems to fuel my desire as I feel him behind me. He tugs down my jeans to my knees in one movement and I feel him run his hand up my back. His lips touch the small of my back and I shiver in pleasure. Then I feel him part my cheeks teasing me with one slick finger. I grip the wall harder as he slowly inserts one finger then two pumping slowly driving me mad. But, I’m not in the mood to be teased any longer, and I can’t take his eternal patience anymore.

I look back over my shoulder and with a voice that sounds too husky to be mine tell him, “Jeff, for God’s sake, just fuck me already.”

That seems to have had an effect as he immediately withdraws his fingers and grips my hips tightly with both hands. Then we both let out a long groan as he finally slams into me. I push back against him as he’s finally stopped with the sweet and tender and gotten to the unbelievable raw sex. His hands are all but bruising my hips as he pumps into me hard an fast. I hear him let out what I can only describe as a growl as I use the wall for leverage to push back against him again and again.

I want this to go on forever as I feel the passion rising in me again. I never feel so complete as when he’s pounding into me this way. I start panting harder as I feel his lube slick hand reach around and begin to stroke me in time with his thrusts. I grip the wall harder and cry out, “Oh, fuck, Jeff,” as I come for the second time tonight splashing my release down the wall.

One hand is on my back and the other is still gripping my waist as he thrusts harder and faster. I squeeze my muscles and push back against him again. Nails dig into my skin as I hear him cry out, “Oh, God, yesssssssss,” as he pumps into me one more time. He slips one arm around my waist and I feel his cheek against the bare skin of my back where he pushed up my shirt as he rests his head on me. I lean forward resting my head on my folded arms on the wall.

I hear him whispering into my skin, “Jimmie, Jimmie, Jimmie... I love you Jimmieboy...”

The raw emotion in his voice almost chokes me as I turn my head back as far as I can and tell him, “I love you too Jeffy.”

He leans forward then, catching my lips in a tender kiss, but the awkward angle is too much. I let out a small sigh as pulls back breaking our intimate connection then takes me into his arms. He kisses me softly and the entire world drops away. I’m lost and there is nothing but him. I feel like I’m drowning and it’s the most exquisite pleasure. His fingers run through my hair as I pull him even closer getting lost in everything that is Jeff.

“Hey, who’s out there!” an unknown voice calls breaking into our perfect night.

We pull back, shocked wide eyes meeting shocked wide eyes and stand there stunned for a moment. Then we do the only thing we can, run.

I struggle to pull up my jeans and then stumble over the wall, but a strong hand catches me and takes my hand. I hold my pants at my waist and run hand in hand with him along the dark garage, slipping into the shadows and making our way though the infield with the practiced ease of drivers who know the lay of the land. We slip between cars, trailers, and buildings not even pausing to look back. My heart is pounding as I finally see the motor coach lot coming into view. We both stop our run as we walk into the lot heading straight for Jeff’s coach.

I sigh a small sigh of relief as it looks like we made it with out getting caught. But, then I hear a voice behind us that freezes me in my tracks.

“So taking the puppy for a walk”

We turn to see Junior who was heading to his coach coming our way. Jeff steps in front of me blocking me from view as I finally have a chance to fasten my jeans. My mind is in such a whirl from the run it takes me a few moments for what he said to register. Did he just call me a puppy?

As he comes closer and takes in our disheveled appearance he raises his eyebrows in surprise and his eyes widen slightly. I take in a breath ready to have it out with him again and demand an explanation for this new nickname, but Jeff seems to read my mind and turns to me putting his hand on my chest as he shakes his head. Junior watches this silent exchange without a word, but then all at once I see surprise wash over his face.

“Wait. Are you the two those guys were looking for?” he asks putting things together. Jeff and I just look at each other unable to suppress matching smiles at the thought of getting away with everything tonight. Then I hear Junior’s voice dripping with sarcasm as he says, “Awww, was the puppy a good boy?”

I look up sharply at him, meeting his mocking blue eyes. I have really had it with him tonight. But, just as I’m about to get into it with him again I feel Jeff’s hand on my chest again, and I look down to see him giving me a small smile. “Let me,” he says under his breath, and I watch as he turns to Junior and gets right in his face.

I can’t make out the softly spoken words, but I do see Junior’s eyes go wide as saucers as he looks from Jeff to me and back to Jeff. He’s shaking his head obviously stammering to find words, and I’m dying to know exactly what Jeff told him. Then to my complete surprise Junior looks straight at me and says, “Look man, I’m sorry about earlier.” I can’t read the look he’s giving me as he says, “No hard feelings?”

I shake my head no and watch as he looks from Jeff to me and back to Jeff again before turning abruptly and heading to his motor coach. I hear him say, “Hot damn!” under his breath as he walks away, and I look to Jeff for an explanation. But, instead he just grabs my hand and drags me into his coach.

I open my mouth to ask what all just happened, but before I can say a word I’m pushed against the door and he’s attacking me with his hands and mouth everywhere at once. I hear him growl as he says breathless, “Too. Many. Clothes.”

He’s pulling at my shirt and tugging at my jeans again and I want to melt into him and give in. But, seeing Junior again just stirred up too many questions in m mind and I don’t want to wait for answers.

I grab him by the arms pushing him back just a bit and look to his eyes saying, “Jeffy, wait.” His eyes meet mine and I see the storm of emotions swirling in those blue depths. He tries to reach for me again, but I step to the side moving to sit on the arm of the nearby couch. I see him actually bite his bottom lip as he seems to be fighting for control, and I can’t help but wonder if somehow seeing Junior is what made him so out of control. I involuntarily clinch my jaw at the thought and the small tendril of jealously begins to squeeze my heart again. I’m so lost in my thoughts I don’t see him take a step forward putting his hand on my thigh.

I look towards him as he says softly, “Jimmieboy, what’s wrong?”

Oh, I love it when he calls me that! It always makes me feel like I completely belong to him. But, this stuff with Junior is just killing me. I have to know what is going on and what he said to make Junior look at me that way and apologize?

“What did you say to him out there?” I ask not meeting his eyes. He tilts his head watching me closely as I continue, “What got him apologizing to me?”

A slow smile crosses his lips as he slowly slides his hand up my leg and says, “Well, I told him how my sweet boy let me celebrate with him on the bricks and in the pits.” My eyes go wide as I realize he told Junior the details about our nights activities and I’m not even sure what to think. Jeff comes closer sliding his hand up to my waist as he steps between my legs. He continues in that smooth sexy voice of his and says, “I think he finally realized how unbelievably amazing you are because no one has ever loved me enough to do what you did tonight.”

He leans in kissing my neck again, but I still have too many questions remaining through my head. “Why did he call me puppy?” I ask bluntly.

I hear him sigh against my skin and then pull back to stand in front of me again. He looks into my eyes searching for something and asks, “Jimmie, baby, what is all this about?”

I look down trying to find the words to express the insane insecurity I always feel around Junior without sounding stupid. But, the words just don’t come. I feel his fingers on my chin turning my head to meet his eyes. He gives me a soft kiss on the lips then takes my hand and says, “Come here, babe.”

He leads me over to the couch and lays back in the corner with one leg stretched out along the cushions and the other on the floor. He tugs my hand and I sit down between his legs, and he takes me in his arms as I rest my head on his chest. He’s running his fingers through my hair as he finally asks, “What’s bothering you, Jimmieboy?”

I sigh and relax a bit as he strokes my hair and rubs my neck. Then I take a deep breath trying to find the words to express the one fear I’ve never shared with him. “What’s the deal with Junior? Why is he always shooting me evil looks, and why did he call me puppy?”

I feel Jeff sigh as he continues running his fingers through my hair. “Jimmie, you know you are the only one I love. You are my world. I’ve never been as happy in my life as I have been since I found you.” I snuggle up closer to him at his words as he continues, “I’ve known Dale for a long time. We’ve always looked out for each other. I didn’t even realize he was being hostile to you, and believe me I’ll say something to him.”

I try to interrupt him, tell him that’s not necessary, but he just shushes me and says, “Junior’s been a little protective of me since the divorce. He’s one of the few people who know how hard I really took it. I’m guessing if he’s been hostile to you it’s to make sure you don’t screw me over, I guess. Why didn’t you tell me he was giving you a hard time?”

I start to answer him and realize I’m not exactly sure of the answer. I tell him the first thing that comes to mind. “I guess I thought I’d deal with it myself.”

“Jimmie,” he says softly, “you don’t have to hide anything from me.” I lift my head and look up at him as I reply, “I know.” As I rest my head on him again I have to admit I’m not as mad at Junior as I was before considering he was trying to look out for my lover. But, at the same time I still have that nagging feeling that there’s something more. Then I remember that he has yet to answer my other question. “You didn’t tell me about the puppy thing,” I remind him.

I feel him laugh softly as he rubs my neck. “Ok, please don’t be mad. To be honest I had forgotten about that name until tonight since he never uses it anymore.” I just nod my head against him and let him continue. “Actually, Junior was the first person to notice you looking at me as more than a teammate. He used to come up to me and say you were making big brown puppy dog eyes at me. I totally didn’t believe him at first. I honestly didn’t think someone as wonderful as you would be interested in me.”

I’m actually surprised at his confession. I never dreamed he was ever that insecure. He’s always exuded confidence and strength. Was he really that doubtful of himself? “Why on earth would you think I wouldn’t be interested in you Jeffy? You’re amazing. I couldn’t believe you would even take the time to talk to a nobody like me.”

“You were never a nobody Jimmieboy,” he says as he runs his fingers through my hair again. “And I wasn’t exactly the person you know back then. I was pretty doubtful about everything. It’s finding you that has given me strength and confidence again. I feel like I can do anything with you by my side.”

“So Junior’s so defensive about you because he knows about all this?” I ask him. That would really explain a lot, and to be honest it actually makes me start to like the guy a little.

“That’s probably it,” he replies. “You should of heard some of the things he wanted to do to her after she left. But, I honestly think some of that was just for my benefit. He never did like her, said she was too controlling. Boy was he right.”

I hear the easy way he talks about him, and I just have to know the answer to one more questions that’s been eating at me for the longest time. I close my eyes and take a deep breath and finally ask, “So, was there ever anything going on between you and Junior?”

“Like what?” he asks. “We’ve always hung out from time to time, playing cards and stuff on occasion.”

I steel myself again as I ask, “No, that’s not what I mean. Were you guys ever... a thing?”

Ok, how lame is that I think to myself. But, then I’m forced to sit up as Jeff pushes himself up to a sitting position. I look up at him and see confusion and shock written across his face. I’m not sure what to make of that as he begins to stammer.

“What? Huh? Junior? He was just a kid when we met. What?” He shakes his head as if trying to clear his mind. “Did we... were we ever...” He staring into space trying to find words, and I can’t help but notice how adorable he is when he’s all flustered. “We never... I never even... His dad would totally kick my ass!” he says as he looks up finally meeting my eyes.

I have to smile at his wide blue eyes. He’s obviously shocked at the very thought of being with Junior, and I can’t believe I read everything so wrong. He’s saying something about Junior’s dad again, and I can’t help but try to remind him, “Jeff, his dad is...”

“It doesn’t matter! He would still find a way to kick my ass!” I have to laugh because he’s being serious. He looks up at my laugh and tries again to convince me, “You don’t understand, you didn’t know him the way I did... You thought I had something going on with Junior?!?”

His eyes are accusing me now of doubting him. I see a little but of hurt there along with the confusion. I shake my head and reassure him, “It wasn’t you. Really. But, sometimes he would act... I don’t know. He just...”

“Damn it, Junior,” he says and I see his eyes get hard as he starts to try and get up. I basically hold him down because I know that look in his eyes. He wants to confront Junior now and the results wouldn’t be pretty.

“Jeff,” I say trying to calm him down. “It wasn’t all him. Like you said before, he was trying to look out for you.”

“By tormenting you?” I see the anger flashing in his eyes, and I can’t believe it’s all for me. “I can’t believe I didn’t even notice this was going on,” he tells me. “Jimmie, I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” I tell him. “I get it now, and to be honest I can’t get too mad at him now knowing why he was doing it. Anyone who would try so hard to look out for you isn’t a bad person in my book. I totally see why he was so mad at me tonight.”

Jeff looks up at me and I see relief cross his face at my words. “I’m still going to have a talk with him,” he says firmly. Then I see a slow smile cross his face. “So, does this mean you two can be in the same room now without having the whole pissing contest thing?”

“Well, I guess,” I reply. “If he’s going to stop teasing me all the time.”

“I doubt that,” Jeff says as he smiles. “He is a sarcastic little ass you know. But, after what I told him tonight, I don’t think he’ll give you too much trouble.”

I’m still not quiet sure what to think of Junior knowing about our night. But, I know it’s not like he’s going to tell anyone. I look up as Jeff continues, “...this is really pretty cool actually. Brian was going on and on tonight about wanting to teach us a new game. Spades I think. But, you need partners. We should really learn and kick their butts...”

I’m barely hearing a word he says as I can’t take my eyes off his sexy talented mouth. I remember his words from earlier and realize I’ve had enough talk for the night. I lean forward grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head in one motion tossing it aside. He looks at me with a surprised look followed by a slow grin.

I sit up removing my own shirt and lean into him, pushing him back on the couch. I meet his darkening eyes with my own and repeat his words from before, “Too. Many. Clothes.” He smiles and pulls me down on him and I claim his lips again as I pull at his belt.

I can’t help but think as his lips are branding me as his that I doubt we get any sleep before sunrise, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, we do still have a lot to celebrate....

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