An Invitation

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Summary: Dale’s not ready for him to leave…but will Jeff accept his invitation?

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Storm Series
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Jeff Gordon, Dale Jr POV
CATEGORY: Romance
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #56 (#31 for me) - St. Peter
COMPLETED: August 18, 2007
WORD COUNT: 4,460
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: To everyone who loves these two. It’s been too long.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok so this thing has already kinda gone AU, since in the first fic I had Jeff win the Championship in ’04.  Also, he made the trip to Paris with Jimmie for the ROC race.  *shrugs*  Oh well, my fic, my rules, right?  Picks up shortly a few days after Shelter From the Storm.
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Mooresville, NC: December 24th, 2004

“…Jingle bells.  Jingle bells.  Jingle all the way…”

What the…?

Rub at my eyes and reach out blindly to hit my alarm clock, batting at it but stopping when awareness starts to sink in.  Why am I listening to Christmas music?  Blink my eyes open and reach for my cell phone instead of the clock and glance at the display.  Have the days really gone by so fast?  Flip my phone open and look as I still try to get my sleep blurred vision to clear.

December 24, 2004

Holy crap.  It’s Christmas Eve!  How the hell did it get to be Christmas Eve already?   I’ve hardly done any shopping at all.  I have to go to Kelley’s tonight.  I still need something for Karsyn.  Shit.  I thought I had more time!  How could I lose track of everything completely?  Roll over to the side of the bed and sit up, smiling when I finally hear the sound of the shower.  I think the real question is…how could I not?

Stretch my arms over my head and smile at the sweet soreness in every muscle.  He’s made me find muscles I didn’t even know I had.  Damn, I didn’t even think things could get any better and then two--three, days ago?--he goes and turns everything on its head again.  Smile even more as I remember the last…however long it’s been.  I swear he must have mapped every inch of my body with his tongue.  It’s no wonder I’ve lost track.  I’ve just got to head out and pick up something for Kar—

Shit!  What about Jeff?

Eyes widen as my hands curl in the bedding at my sides.  It never even crossed my mind.  I don’t have a thing for him.  How could I be so stupid?  I can’t have him over for Christmas Eve dinner and not even have anything for him.  I have to go shopping!  “Way to go, Earnhardt.  You’re a fricken genius,” I mutter under my breath as I finally push myself off the bed and start heading for the bathroom. 

I don’t even have a clue what he’d want.  Glance around at some of the clothes on the floor and grin to myself.  He’s probably classed up this place with his dirty clothes.  I’m sure I don’t even want to know what he spends on some of this stuff.  How could I ever pick something that he’ll approve of?  Jeff’s got taste.  Real taste.  How can a redneck from North Carolina ever compete?

I’ll think of something.  I have to.  He’s too-- 

But I don’t even get to finish my thought because that’s when I finally see him.   And God, am I glad I went with the see-through glass shower.  The large bathroom is filled with steam that seems to cling to every inch of my naked body.  Move closer, slowly crossing the tile floor and the damp, sticky air just makes the whole scene hotter.  He throws his head back under the spray and runs his fingers through his hair to rinse it out.  Lick my lips as I watch the shampoo slide slowly down his body, over his chest and I can feel my body reacting to the sight.  How is it just the sight of him now can turn me on?

Because of all the amazing things he’s done to you over the past two weeks.

Take another step forward and I know he still hasn’t seen me.  His eyes are closed as he threads his fingers through his hair and for a moment I think about joining him.  Actually…I should be doing a lot more than just joining him.  Shake my head slightly and I can feel my stomach do flip-flops in my chest as my conscience starts to nag me again.

He’s given me so damn much.  He’s shown me so damn much.  And he’s let me give back to him, let me have his body in ways I’d never even dreamed I wanted.  But there’s one thing I still haven’t given him…and he’s never even asked.  He’s given no indication that he…wants me to either.  But I’m not an idiot.  No, I’m just a selfish bastard.

Lick my lips slowly as I run my eyes over his hard body and I don’t know why I’m so skittish.  With everything we’ve done…why am I so afraid to get on my knees?  It’s not like he hasn’t done it to me dozens of times already.  I swear I still don’t even know how I stayed on the road that first night in St. Bart’s.  No has ever done that to me while I was driving and he isn’t just anyone.  Run my eyes over him another moment and my decision is made.  Besides…what better way to tell him Merry Christmas Eve?

Feel my entire body start to tingle with anticipation as I finally reach the glass shower door and I open it slowly, grinning when I see that he’s turned to rinse the soap off of his face.  Slip inside and quickly move across the large shower.  Slide my arms around his waist and feel him jump slightly before he completely melts against me.  Damn, I really love it when he does that.

“Mmmm, Sleeping Beauty awakes,” he purrs at me and leans his head back against my shoulder.  Tighten my arms around him and chuckle as I tip my head forward to kiss his neck.  I should be offended by his apparent “nickname” for me, but instead it just makes me smile that he cares enough to give me one.  Kiss along the column of his neck and rock my hips against his ass, wanting him to feel my desire.  “Oh yesssss, Dale,” he groans, rubbing his body back against me, and I know he thinks he knows where this is going.  Boy is he in for a surprise.

“You have any idea how hot you are all naked and wet in the shower,” I growl at his ear, relishing the feel of him trembling in my arms at the words.  “It’s true Jeff; you know I ain’t one to lie.”  Run my hands over his chest, brushing his nipples with my thumbs and then slide them lower, over his stomach and along his thighs.  Let his soft sounds of desire build my own even more as I work up my nerve for what comes next.  Kiss across his collarbone to his ear and then tell him in an even lower voice I try to keep steady, “Turn ‘round, Jeff.”

He only hesitates a moment before turning in my arms and my breath catches in my throat as I’m met by the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever known.  I can see the storm, just below the surface and, as it always does, it makes me shiver.  Lick my lips slowly and then melt into his kiss as he slips his hand behind my neck and pulls me closer.

I really love it when he does that.

I love how he can always take control of any situation with seemingly no effort at all.  It’s…comforting somehow and in only seconds he’s made me forget about everything but his touch.  Press tighter against him, his hard body rubbing against mine as he starts to back me to the wall and I know in another second I’m gonna lose my chance…not that I would really mind too much.  His free hand slides down my body, moving between us and I break the kiss to take a deeper breath as he slowly runs his hand over my cock.  “J-j-jeeeeff,” I breathe heavily as he continues to turn my mind to mush.

“Daaaaaale,” he drawls back at me and I still adore the way he says my name and how it always sends shivers through me.  Feel him kiss down my neck and over my chest and finally I realize what he’s trying to do.  Catch him as he slides down to my stomach, my hands under his arms, because I know if he goes any lower I’ll have no prayer at all of stopping him.

“Jeff, don’t…I mean…shit.”  Tug at his arms and pull him up my body even though I can barely think straight with the throbbing between my legs.  Catch a look of confusion and maybe something else in his eyes as I pull him to his feet and I try not to give him a chance to react.  Turn him and press his back to the shower wall and, before I lose my nerve, drop down to my knees.

The fleeting thought runs through my mind that somehow, someway, Daddy could be standing at the golden gates with Saint what’s-his-name looking down on me…on my knees…and I waver in my convictions.  But just for a moment.  Daddy’s been gone almost three years and this is the first time I’ve been really happy since.  Even if he may not approve of my methods…I have to think he wants me to be happy and Jeff…makes me happy. 
 
Push that thought and every other out of my mind as I slide my hands down his sides and over his hips, finally face to face with the evidence of his need and I lick my lips nervously.  He’s obviously as turned on as I am and I just want to do this right…just like he has for me so many times.  Feel his hands in my hair and I lean closer, slowly tasting his skin with my tongue and I feel him shiver under my hands.

“Daaaale, fuck.  You don’t-you don’t have to,” he tells me in a breathy voice and I feel him tug lightly at my hair.  But I won’t be detoured.  I won’t take the easy way out.  I want this.  I just…need to take my time and do this right.

Raise my eyes as I get more comfortable on my knees and shoot him what I know must look like a shy grin even though I try appear more confident.  “I want this, Jeff.  Now just, lean back, relax and enjoy.”  Smile a little more at him as his eyes widen.  “Besides…” I tell him as I tighten my grip on his hips, “I ain’t letting you go until I’m done.”

Grin even more as I watch him suck in a deep breath and I feel my confidence start to grow.  Pin him back against the tile a little harder and for the first time I really let myself look at him.  It’s almost funny really.  We’ve spent almost two weeks doing things I’d never even imagined…and I’d never taken the time to look at him.  Honestly…I think I was afraid to.  But now I can’t tear my eyes away.

Drag one hand over from his hip and use my finger tips to slowly trace the contours of his hard length, tingles shooting through me as it quivers involuntarily.  Damn, I know that feeling…being so out of control that desire rules your entire being.  Except that now, I’m the one in control.

Grin as warmth spreads through my body, burning away the nerves I felt before and lean closer to finally drag my tongue over him from base to tip.  His deep moans startle me at first but then just urge me on.  Move both hands back to his hips and I swirl my tongue over his tip.  Pull back for an instant as I get the faintest taste of him and let myself process it all.  It’s…different, but not as bad as I’ve imagined.

Lean closer again, a little bolder this time, and part my lips to take just the tip of him into my mouth.  Smooth and hard, all at the same time, and I swirl my tongue over him, moaning softly as I feel him trembling again.  I know I’m teasing him but I don’t want to rush this.  Honestly…I want to memorize every second of it.

Pull back again and I swear he’s even harder than before.  Deep crimson, throbbing and quivering with need…and it turns me on more than I thought possible.  Lunge forward quickly, parting my lips and taking him much deeper into my mouth than before.  Run the flat of my tongue over the underside of his cock and jump when I hear his hands slap the wall to his sides.  Oh yeah Jeffy, enjoy yourself.  Consider it payback for the racing game torture. 

Suck and draw back, swirling my tongue around his head again and then move forward, trying to take in more than before.  Hard, silky, velvet skin under my tongue and I slowly start to quicken my pace, everything becoming so much easier, almost like instinct.  Thumbs brush across his hips as I feel him shiver and squirm underneath me.  That’s right Gordon, give it to me.

“Daaaaale, Junior, fuck…” he cries out over the spray of the shower and I see his nails claw at the wall.  “Earnhar--shit, gonna, gonna…pleeeeease,” he groans and tugs at my hair again but I bat his hands away, ignoring his warnings.  I wanna have him and I’m gonna have him.

Warm, salty and unexpected, even though I thought I was ready.  Pull back and cough slightly as he screams, some of his sweet release spilling down my chin.  Turn my face up to watch him and holy shit is he hot, writhing and bucking against my hands. 

And I want him.

Run the back of my hand across my mouth and crawl up his body, hands grabbing at smooth, slick skin as I make it to my feet.  Crush my lips to his and the intensity he meets me with is almost enough to make me lose it completely.  Fuck, I love it when he kisses me.  Run my hands over his body and then jerk back to stare into his dark, stormy eyes for a moment, slow grin curling at my lip.

“Merry Christmas Eve,” I tell him with a wink and then spin him around to pin against the wall.  Quick glance around for the soap and I damn near drop it immediately.  Turn it over in my hand and it finally does squirt out of my grip but it doesn’t matter.  I have what I need.  Reach down to stroke myself and I can’t contain the groan that slips from my lips.

“Do it, Dale.  Give me Christmas early,” he moans and I can’t help but chuckle at his words.  There’s just something so wrong and so right about this all at the same time.

“If you think all you’re getting from me is a quick screw in the shower…” I purr into his ear as I thrust into him smoothly, pausing to give him time to adjust.  “You’ve got another thing coming.”  Pull back and thrust into him again, harder this time, and I swear I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back for long.  He just feels too damn good.

“Is that right?” he grunts back at me, tightening his muscles around me and I know he’s trying to send me over the edge even faster.  He just always has to be in control, doesn’t he?  Good thing for him that when it comes to this…I don’t mind in the least.

“Oh yeah,” I pant at him, increasing my pace and reach for his hand.  Thread my fingers through his and squeeze it tight as I feel the heat spreading from the pit of my stomach throughout my body.  “We’ve got…plaaaans,” I groan out before it’s all too much.  Wrap my arm around him tight as I thrust deeply into him again and cry out his name against his shoulder.  “Jeff…yessss.”

Rest my forehead on his shoulder, so completely content and wiped at I don’t even notice the tension in his body.  Slide my hands lazily over his stomach and softly kiss his skin, basking in the glow of him until his words finally draw me from my haze.

“What…kinds of…plans?” he asks me slowly, his tone of voice taking me off guard.  He sounds…I don’t really know.  Hesitant?  Annoyed?  Wary?  What does he think I want to do?

Pull back from him slowly and then more to rinse off in the cool water before shutting it off.  Shake out my long hair, letting it spray everywhere with a smile and then turn to him to answer him simply.  “Dinner.  Over at Kelley’s.  It’s tradition.”  See his eyes widen and I reach out a hand to his arm, chuckling at him.  “Don’t worry, she cooks a whole lot better’n you’d think.”

Watch him pull back from my grip and his face is unreadable as he turns to open the shower door.  Catch the towel he tosses me and dry myself off as he does the same.  Did I…ask too much?  What the hell is wrong with me?  It’s Christmas.  He’s probably got somewhere else to be.  And here I go and put him on the spot in a very compromising position.  Shit.  Way to go Earnhardt.  I have to let him know he doesn’t have to--

“You…really think I’d be welcome?”

His voice is soft and hesitant and not at all like the Jeff I know.  Catch his reflection in the steamy bathroom mirror and for a moment he looks so insecure.  But it must have just been the steam or my imagination because when he turns to face me there’s not a hint of weakness to be found.

“‘Course you’d be welcome. You’d be with me but….”  I should really give him an out, and then if he does have something better to do for the holiday he can.  I don’t want to want to force my crazy half-dysfunctional family on him if he doesn’t want me to.  Even though, I’d love for him to stay.  Swallow hard.  I guess part of me is just afraid if he leaves and goes back to his glamorous life he might not…come back.  But it’s not right for me to force him.  “…if you have somewhere else to be, I understand.”  Try to keep the vulnerability out of my voice.  “Surely there’s gotta be some fancy shindig somewhere, right?”

Wrap my towel around my waist and don’t look at him directly.  I can’t.  Especially since he hasn’t answered me yet.  Did I…do something wrong?  Take a deep breath and turn for the bedroom, suddenly feeling more than a little exposed.  Shit, shit, shit, please don’t let this be the beginning of the end.  Sort through the clothes on my floor and find a fairly clean pair of jeans.  I need to pick up something for Karsyn before I head over and get Kelley’s present wrapped. 

Start to pull on my jeans when a suddenly feel warm arms wrapping around my waist.  Feel a soft kiss at my shoulder as I tug the denim up and then his hands take over, fastening and zipping them up for me.  And I just let him take over.  Lean back into his arms and really, it shouldn’t feel like my heart is in my throat.  It’s just a dinner.  It’s not important.

“If you really want me there, Dale…there’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he murmurs, soft against my ear and I feel his arms tighten around me.  “I just don’t want to impose on a family function.  I don’t want to show up at your sister’s house uninvited.”

I start to turn to face him but his arms hold me tight as he kisses my neck softly.  “You won’t be imposin’.  Really.  But if it makes you feel better I’ll call and make sure, though…she already told me I could bring you.”  Feel him tense slightly and I want to ask him why.  Doesn’t he know Kelley just wants me to be happy?  I mean, I haven’t told her about everything, but she knows we’ve been spending a lot of time together.  She knows he’s my friend.  And I think we all know that he’s never seemed to have a lot of people around him.  But…maybe that’s the way he wants it?

“Then I’ll go with you,” he finally tells me softly and I swear it feels like a weight’s lifted off my chest.  Run my hands over his and I don’t think he’s been out of arm’s length since all this started…at lease, not when I’ve been conscious.  I’m just not ready to let him go yet.  “I should probably do some shopping of my own though,” he murmurs against me as he kisses the side of my jaw.

Melt back into him a little more and nod.  “I need to do the same.  Need to pick up something for Karsyn,” and you I finish to myself.  I just have to figure out what to get someone who has everything. 

Turn in his arms and smile when his eyes meet mine and I don’t see anything that looks like irritation or obligation.  Just the same look he’s given me from the beginning…that I’m still not sure what it means.  But I like it, and I know I’m growing way too accustomed to it.  Lean forward and kiss him softly, relishing the feel of his bare chest against mine as my hands run over his back.

“Kelley’s not so scary and I have no doubt Karsyn will love you.”  Kiss him tenderly again and now it feels like he’s the one melting into me.  Feel his arms tighten around me and suddenly I can’t stop the words from tumbling from my lips.  “You can come back here…if you want.  Afterward, I mean.  You can come back and stay…but you don’t have to.  I just, I don’t mind….”

Smooth Junior.  Real fucking smooth.  You sound like a nervous teenager or something with a crush.  Dammit, why do I have to be such an idiot?  This is exactly why I shouldn’t be allowed to talk.

Finger under my chin, raising my head to meet his eyes and I bite my lower lip without even realizing it.  Feel him trace his thumb along my jaw and let out a soft sigh of relief as he finally speaks.  “Thank you, Dale.  I really didn’t want to over stay my welcome.”

“You’re not,” I tell him immediately and smile when his eyes seem to light up.  I swear I’m so bad at things like this.  Sometimes it’s just so much easier to act than to try and find the right words.  Hug him tighter and lower my head to kiss and nip at his neck.  “So…meet back up here tonight?  Can…head over to Kel’s from here?”  If I can to bear to let him go that is.

“Sure you don’t just want to stay here…I’m sure I could make it worth your while,” he tells me in a honeyed voice that sends shivers down my spine.  And it’s tempting.  It’s very tempting.  Honestly if I didn’t still hear Christmas carols playing on the radio I just might give in.  But it is Christmas.  My favorite holiday, and there’s no way I can’t see my family today.

“How about we just postpone it to tonight?”  Nuzzle my face against his neck and draw my hands up his back.  “We could come back here….” Slow grin crosses my face.  “I could have you for desert….”

Soft moan against my ear and he hugs me tighter for a moment before slowly releasing his grip.  “I could handle that.” Pull back to see his eyes flash a deeper twilight blue.  “You do have an amazing mouth, Dale.”

Grin and lower my eyes as I feel a slight blush creep across my cheeks.  “I was hoping you’d think so.”  Smile a little more and slowly pull back from him, my hands tracing down his arms to touch him as long as I can.  Then I finally move over to my dresser to pull out a faded Budweiser sweat shirt.  Thread my fingers through my unruly red curls and then turn to see he’s already dressed as impeccably as ever.

He’s in dark, tight jeans and a black polo that always seems to hang on him in just the right ways.  I swear every time I see him get dressed I just want to strip him down again.  Move closer to him and reach for his hands, squeezing them tight.  Gaze into his eyes and practically melt at the look he gives me.  Part of me still wants to drag him back to bed, but I force myself to stand firm.  I wonder, does he have any idea what he does to me when he does little things like brush his thumbs across the backs of my hands?  So many little things, like the way he’s undressing me with his eyes.

“So, you’ll meet me here…right?” I can’t keep myself from asking.  I know I’m acting like such a fool but…I just can’t help it. 

Watch an easy smile cross his face and he tugs me a little closer before brushing a soft kiss over my lips.  “I’ll be right here or anywhere else you want me to be, Dale.  You just take care of what you need to.  I need to pick up a few things too.”  Feel him squeeze my hands before pulling back and winking at me.  “I might even pick up something for you.”

Chuckle at him and then turn to go pick up our jackets from one of the large armchairs in my room.  Toss him his as I slide on my own and shoot him a grin.  “Just don’t go overboard, Gordon.  You know I ain’t into a bunch of ritzy wine and shit.”

Smile as he laughs and heads for the door with me.  “Don’t worry, June.  I know you never stray too far from your sponsor’s ‘horse piss.’  Right Bud, bitch?”

“I thought you couldn’t see me as anyone’s ‘bitch,’ Gordo?” I tease him and push at his shoulder.  The look he shoots me is one of pure sin and I’m glad we’re already heading for the stairs.

“Let’s just say I don’t see you as Budweiser’s bitch,” he tells me in a smooth voice and I’m so going to make him pay for that later.  He’s gonna have me thinking about him all damn day…and I bet that was his plan all a long.

“We’ll just have to see who’s the bitch tonight,” I reply with a leer of my own.  Maybe he has made me his bitch since that night on the beach.  But I have to say it’s been worth it.  Every, single, second has been worth it.

And now I’ve less than a day to try and find him something to show it.

Brilliant, Earnhardt.  Just brilliant.

~~Fin~~

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