Moonlight Storm

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Summary: All you’re getting from me this time is that it’s after a certain wedding in Dec. *grins*

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Just trust me *grins*
CATEGORY: Romance/Smut/Slight Angst
COMPLETED: September 24, 2004
WORD COUNT: 10,266
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: This is actually a big departure for me as far as pair-wise because I never really saw this one working until now. But, now… yeah I see it and I love it. Not to mention I get to take out my resentment at JJ for this coming Dec. *grins*
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December 11th, 2004 - St. Bart’s in the Caribbean

I watched him standing there, smile on his face dressed to perfection on a day that should be nothing but happiness. But, happiness is the last thing I was getting from him. I’m not really sure what it was that gave it away. He seemed to fool everyone else, but for some reason he couldn’t fool me. Maybe it was his eyes reflecting some emotion that should never have been there. I just knew something wasn’t right and it bothered me more than I’d like to admit. So I just sat there, a captive audience to whatever it was that was haunting him on a day full of sun and celebration.

I watched him smile as he passed over the ring and how he patted him on the back when the deed was done, but something just felt wrong about that smile. Something felt off about the way he watched them walk down the aisle grinning and laughing, and it didn’t stop with the ceremony. The more I studied him from afar the more his smile looked forced as he gave his toast almost like he were giving his tenth interview of the day and would rather be anywhere else.

It seemed the more I watched the more I saw as his posture didn’t seem quite what it should be. Oh, he joked and laughed and congratulated, but it was as if his heart wasn’t in it and I’m not sure why I’m the only one who saw it. As night began to fall and the party droned on, his every move, every gesture seemed to radiate an aura of wrongness and part of me wanted to do something. Part of me wanted to point it out and beg to know what wasn’t right because his obvious pain was killing me.

The worst part was when I saw his face when he thought no one was looking and the smile fell away and the happy shining eyes filled with despair. It was like there was a knife in my gut and someone twisted it as he looked on like he had lost the most precious thing in his life. But as soon as he heard someone call his name, the sponsor worthy smile was back as was his cheerful demeanor. No one seemed to see. But I did.

So I’ve stood here on the outside looking in as the happy couple left and the reception died down. There’s only a few people still milling around, oblivious to the dark cloud surrounding him, and he’s stopped wearing that smile. Instead he’s over by the open bar which is beginning to be closed down. Finally I can’t stand on the sidelines anymore. I need to talk to him. I need to get closer and be sure this all hasn’t been my imagination, even though if it’s not I’m not sure what I’ll do.

I push myself from the wall I’m leaning against and walk across the room as he orders something from the bartender. His arms are folded on the small bar and to the casual observer he probably looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But to me, it looks like it’s all he can do to stand up. I finally make it to the bar and step beside him my arm lightly brushing his. He turns to look at me as I wave over the bartender and ask for a Bud.

“You know Junior, there’s a whole world of alcohol out there besides beer,” he says with a trace of the sarcastic smile I’ve come to know from him.

I can’t help but smile back as I reply, “Yeah, well, what can I say? I’m Budweiser’s bitch.” My smile grows broader as his infectious laughter washes over me giving me a strange warm feeling in my chest.

I turn my head to meet his bright blue eyes as the bartender returns and hands him a glass of amber liquid and ice. He takes it and knocks back a small sip and, I swear, I see a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gives me a perusing look. Then he flashes me a crooked grin and replies, “Funny, I never thought of you as anyone’s bitch before.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh at the teasing undertones of his words and I find myself loving him talking to me this way. It’s strange actually, because in just the few words we’ve spoken, this conversation seems different than any other we’ve had. Maybe it’s him, or maybe I’m just picking up on more than I usually do. Have his eyes always been so blue and so very sad I wonder? It’s almost as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders, but he just carries it as if it were nothing, as if it were expected.

I push these thoughts from my mind as I can’t be out done so I give him a cocky grin of my own and reply, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Jeff.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise at my words and just replies, “That right?” as he takes another drink. I see that my drink has finally arrived and I’m forced to turn from his intense gaze to accept my beer. I immediately take a drink from the cold long neck and turn back to him, but I see he’s now looking away and seems to be ready to leave. He pushes back from the bar and I catch that same lost look from earlier before he masks it again and says, “Good to see you, Junior,” and turns to walk away.

I instantly know I don’t want him to go, even though I don’t know why. He’s obviously upset at something and he shouldn’t be alone, I tell myself, so I call out to him unsure of what to say. “Jeff,” I say, and he stops, looking back at me with a questioning glance. “Hey, umm, someone told me about this really great place to hang down the beach. You interested?”

Smooth Junior, I tell myself. The instant the words leave my lips I realize what an idiot I sound like. I swear, I sound like I’m trying to pick him up or something. Why is it that except for the occasional smart ass come back I never have a way with words? I watch him, hoping he doesn’t think I’m a total fool, but he just seems to think over my question for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders and says, “Why not?”

I’m surprised at the relief I feel at his words and just attribute it to not being called an idiot. Then I watch as he walks back to the bartender and says something too soft for me to hear before pulling out several large bills. He hands over the cash and I have to wonder what he’s doing because this is supposed to be an open bar. But before I can question his actions, he turns back to me and says, “I have to say I’m surprised you’re still here. I would have figured you would have gone on to the clubs with some of the other guys.”

I just shake my head at his words. I really never even thought about heading out to the bars, as absorbed as I’ve been watching him tonight. But it’s not like I can tell him that, so I just reply, “Nah, I’m getting too old for all that shit.”

Jeff immediately starts laughing and I have to smile again at the sound. Then he looks at me and shakes his head saying, “If you’re too old Dale, I don’t even want to know what that makes me.” My smile grows even more as I hear him call me by the name so few others do. I don’t know why, but I just like hearing that name fall from his lips.

I take another pull from the beer in my hand and then just have to reply to him in a teasing voice, “Don’t worry. You’re not old Jeff, just seasoned.” I try as hard as I can to deliver this with a straight face, but at his almost pouting look I can’t keep from laughing.

“Thanks for that,” he replies with a roll of his eyes which just gets me laughing harder. I watch as he tries to fight the grin playing at his lips but before I know it, he’s laughing too.

As our laughter dies down I see the bartender come back from around the bar and hand Jeff a small cooler and half full bottle of Crown. I just raise my eyebrows at him as he grins at me and says, “Ready?”

“Looks like you’ve already taken care of the entertainment,” I say, as I grin back and take the cooler he holds out to me, which I’m sure is full of beer. We walk outside the reception hall into the dry, slightly cool night, and I follow him to a little red convertible rental car. As we reach the car he turns and tosses the keys to me.

“Red, your favorite color, right Bud bitch?” he asks me with a teasing smile as he puts the bottle of whiskey in the back seat of the car.

The top is down and I do the same with the cooler as I reply, “Funny, Gordon,” and open the driver’s side door, sliding into the seat.

“Sure you trust me to drive?” I ask with a mischievous look and he just rolls his eyes. I slip the key into the ignition, flip on the lights, and crank the engine. Then I quickly throw it into gear and burn out of the parking lot. Jeff tries to give me an annoyed look as he reaches for the stereo, but I can see he loves reaming out the rental cars as much as I do. I watch out of the corner of my eye as he slips a CD in the player and turns up the music.

We cruise along the dark, winding, hilly road for awhile as I try to remember the spot I was told about. I’ve always been a bit of a star gazer and sometimes I like finding a secluded spot to do just that. I glance over at my companion, still surprised he agreed to come with me. I look up ahead and see a sharp corner coming up and can’t help but press a little harder on the gas pedal.

I try to catch a glance at Jeff, but he seems totally unconcerned at the fast approaching turn and moonlight glinting off the rocks of the steep embankment beyond. As I reach the corner I slide the car, barely making the turn, and gun the engine again. Jeff never even flinches as he asks in a bored voice, “Handle alright?”

I just grin at his deadpan question and reply, “On a rail,” matter of fact. Then I can’t help but add, “Could probably use a half a pound in the right rear though.”

“Of course,” is all he responds, but as I take another look his direction I see that he’s grinning. As I again study the road, I see one of the landmarks I was told to look for and ease off the gas a fraction. The small gravel trail finally comes into view and I turn sharply, spraying rocks and dirt in my wake as I turn down the road. We only drive for about a minute more before the trail ends and I come to a screeching halt.

I look over to Jeff to see he’s smirking at me, eyebrows raised, and I just flash him a toothy grin as I reach over the seat for the cooler. Then I climb out of the car, as he does the same, and start walking down a small path leading to the ocean. As we follow the path around a rocky outcrop, I realize just how secluded this place is, and for the second time tonight this is feeling too much like a date.

I glance back at Jeff who is following me down to the beach and I just have to tell him this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. “Hey, uhh, I really didn’t know....”

“Don’t worry about it, Junior, I won’t tell anyone you took me to a make out spot,” he says with a laugh and I’m afraid he’s gonna do just that. Just great, is all I can think as we finally reach the end of the rocky path where the beach begins. I look over to see Jeff taking off his shoes and tossing them aside before starting across the sand. I just shrug my shoulders and follow his lead, dropping my shoes to the side and following onto the beach.

He makes it about halfway down to the ocean before stopping and looking around. It’s at that point I realize we have nothing to sit on. Damn, this was just a great idea. What was I thinking? I just shake head and say, “Sorry man, I wasn’t exactly thinking about bringing something it sit on,” as I drop the cooler at our feet.

Jeff just shrugs at my words and slips out of his tuxedo jacket tossing it carelessly on the sand. “It’s alright, Junior, I didn’t really care for this thing anyway,” he says as he sits down hard on it. Then he puts the bottle of Crown next to him in the sand before reaching in his pocket for, cigarettes?

I watch eyes wide as he pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket and lights one before turning to the cooler and digging around for a glass they must have put in there for him. I watch still speechless as he scoops some ice from the cooler and pours himself a drink before finally looking up at me. He just gives me a curious look before finally asking, “What?”

“I didn’t know you smoked,” is all I’m able to manage.

He just gives me a broad grin and replies simply, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Junior,” throwing my own words from earlier back in my face. I just shake my head pulling off my own jacket and tossing it to the sand before sitting down next to him, the cooler and whiskey between us. I reach inside, pull out long neck and crack it open, as I watch him take a slow drag off this cigarette.

It’s in that moment I see the same sadness from earlier swirling around him like a whirlwind. It’s in every move, every word, every sip of every drink and I don’t know what to say, so I just take another drink of my beer and look out over the white sand beach into the ocean.

It’s actually very beautiful here, I realize, taking in the view. I really do like watching the stars, and the sky here is so black. I’m trying to remember another time when I saw the stars so bright and realize it was the first time I went hunting with Dad. I was miserable and cold the entire day, but that night after the sun set, when the stars came out, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Dad and I just sat there in the most comfortable silence, and for the first time I really understood why he liked going out to the middle of nowhere so much. The sky was jet black and the stars seemed to be close enough to touch. Just like tonight. I put one hand back in the sand so I can get a better look and just stare at the night sky.

“You really do like the stars, don’t you?”

I jump, pulled out of my thoughts by Jeff’s words and look over to where he was obviously studying me. But as I meet his eyes, instead of seeing the mocking I expect, I see understanding. “Yeah,” I reply to him, “It just reminds me of when I was a kid.”

I watch as he nods and looks back to the ocean, alternately trading drinks with drags from his cigarette. I watch him for another moment taking in his slightly slumped shoulders and defeated look most people would never even notice. But I’ve seen him this way once, back when she left him. Oh, he got through it all right, but from what I remember, it was much more obvious, and for some reason his attempt to hide whatever he’s going through makes me wonder if this is much worse.

He tilts his head back as he finishes off the last of his drink and I take the opportunity to do the same. Then I toss my empty in the sand and reach for another as he scoops more ice into his cup pouring another drink. This time though he raises his glass and I see that same fake smile I saw all night long as he says, “To Jimmie and Chandra, may they get everything they deserve.”

I just look at him for a moment because this time there’s no mistaking the bitterness in his voice. What have I stumbled on to? So, instead of raising my bottle to meet his glass, I just give him a hard look and say, “Is that really what you want to drink to?”

Jeff just laughs bitterly at my words shaking his head and replies, “No, you’re right. We’ve already done that enough tonight, right?” I watch as he takes a long drink from his glass then reaches to light another smoke. My mind is working in overdrive as I take in his words and everything he’s not saying. He’s obviously upset about the wedding, and I’m struggling to figure out why. Does he not like Chandra? Now that I think about it, I never really saw him around her much. He all but seemed to politely ignore her tonight. But why would he be this upset unless...

My mind is suddenly a blur of memories of things I should have noticed and never did. Of the last two years when Jeff finally stopped seeming so lost over his divorce, and who he was always with. Of who he never went anywhere without. Of who he was always talking about, always so proud of, always casting glances at on and off the track...

Jimmie.

This is all about Jimmie.

It’s like a blindfold has been taken off my eyes and I see everything. The way he stood there watching him as he slid the ring on her finger. The look in his eyes when they walked away. How on earth did I not see it before?

I shake my head talking a long drink of my beer as I let this all sink in. Jeff and Jimmie. Jeff and Jimmie. I finish off my long neck in one big gulp and reach for another. Hazard a glance over to Jeff, but see he seems absorbed by the constant pounding rhythm of the dark, black waves glittering from the moonlight.

I sigh and run my hand over my eyes and see him turn to me with a questioning look and I say, “So, you wanna talk?”

“Not particularly,” he replies as he draws off his cigarette and watches the smoke curl up from his lungs as he exhales. As I watch him again I still can’t believe how I missed everything. What happened? What should I do? Should I tell him I’ve figured it all out? I can’t push him, I know instinctively. If he wants to talk, I’m here. If not, I’m still here.

I stare again at the dark waves hitting the shore and watch the moonlight bouncing off the tips of the crests, glittering in the dark night like diamonds. I don’t remember being in such a peaceful setting. I just hope somehow this gives him a bit of comfort.

“Thank you.”

I look over to him and see that he’s still staring straight ahead into the ocean. I reach for another beer and just tell him easily, “No problem,” and stare off into the night again. I inhale the smell of the surf and relax back on one arm on the soft still warm sand.

“How did you know?”

I look over to him again, trying to figure out what he’s referring to. Does he know I figured it all out? Does he realize I see it all now? He can’t. There’s no way, so I just sit there looking his direction waiting for him to tell me what he means. Finally he must realize I don’t understand and turns to look at me and says, “How did you know I didn’t want to be alone tonight?”

I look down and run my thumb over the mouth of the bottle in my hand trying to decide how to answer him. Finally I decide I might as well just tell him the truth, or as much as I can anyway. I look back to meet his eyes, take a deep breath and say, “You looked miserable.”

Jeff turns away from me at my words and throws his head back and laughs, but it’s not the happy sound I loved from earlier. It’s bitter and dark and I hope I never hear it again. I see him close his eyes before he finally says, “You have no idea.”

I can’t help the next words from slipping from my lips and I instantly regret them.

“Maybe I do.”

He turns to me sharply, snapping his head my direction, and I’m instantly caught in his eyes. His dark eyes capture mine, boring into me and pinning me down. I feel like he’s looking into me, straight into my soul, turning me inside out, looking for an answer. I can’t even breathe as he stares at me so intensely, and I hold my breath waiting for his response. Finally I guess he sees whatever it is he’s looking for and tells me quietly, “Maybe you do,” before turning away to look towards the sea again.

I hear him sigh and then turn up his glass, emptying it out in one long swallow. Then he reaches over to the ice, again refilling his glass before adding more Crown. I don’t say a word. I have no clue what to say, what he wants me to say. So I just sit here sipping my beer waiting to see if he will continue.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He was never supposed to....”

I look over at him as he trails off, going silent, before pushing himself up quickly from the ground. He walks down to the shoreline not looking back and I sit here for a minute giving him time. Finally I push myself up and slowly walk down to him, bottle in hand. I don’t say a word as I reach him. I just stand there waiting for him to speak.

“I never thought he would marry her. She was just a friend of a friend from New York. I never thought things would get serious.”

I watch his profile in the dim light and see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows heavily before he continues. “You just don’t know Dale...I mean, I knew we couldn’t have.... But in Paris, he almost made me believe...he almost made me believe he wouldn’t go through with it. I never really thought he could go through with it.”

The anguish in his voice is almost more than I can bear and I want to make everything better, even though I know I can’t. Instead I just watch him as he takes another long drag of his burning cigarette, and I can’t tear my eyes away. Why have I never seen him this way before? The moonlight washes over him, bathing him in a soft light, and I help but admire the strong line of his jaw. I watch as his hand moves up to bring the cigarette to his lips again and I’m fixated by his fingers and his lips closing over the tip of the cigarette.

Unexpected images run through my mind as I watch his lips close around and draw off the burning cylinder and I wonder what it would be like to feel those lips on me. I take in a sharp breath realizing my train of thought and try to push these images from my mind. But as my eyes run over his neck, I wonder what his skin would feel like.

“He said we could still be together. He promised this wasn’t the end, but how can it not be? I don’t want to be second. I don’t want to be the dirty secret,” he says softly and I feel sudden anger well up inside me.

“You shouldn’t be second to anyone,” I say harshly, finally breaking my silence.

Jeff slowly looks over to me and seems almost surprised to see me standing here. His eyes meet mine and I am completely struck again by the intensity of the storm of emotions in his eyes. I feel like I’m being pulled in completely and I don’t even want to resist. His eyes look almost black in this light and I just want to stop all the hurt and pain I see reflected back at me. I take a step closer to him, being drawn in by some magnetic force I can’t even begin to resist.

I continue staring deeply into his eyes and I feel my heart rate increase aa a slow warmth spreas over me. I trail my gaze slowly down his face until I’m staring at his barely parted lips. I can see each breath he takes in and I stand transfixed as he wets his lips with the tip of his tongue making them glisten. I reflexively copy his motion, still not able to tear my eyes away from his sensual mouth, and suck in a breath as he starts to lean toward me. I close my eyes and my stomach knots in anticipation and growing desire until his lips finally touch mine for the first time.

His lips are barely more than a whisper against my skin as he lightly brushes his mouth across mine. I feel his breath touch my face and it’s the most erotic touch I can remember. He leans in just a fraction, pressing his lips more fully against mine, and I feel that his mouth is soft and firm and so different from every girl I’ve ever kissed.

And I like it.

He takes his time running his lips across mine, exploring, touching, teasing. I feel him lightly tug at my lip with his and I feel a bolt of desire run through me. Then he presses his mouth more firmly to mine and I feel his tongue run across my bottom lip seeking entrance which I gladly grant him. I open my mouth to his, feeling his tongue meet mine and finally tasting him, and it overloads all my senses.

I taste the tobacco and whiskey on his tongue mixed with something so primal and masculine I can’t control the soft moan in the back of my throat. I feel his hand slide around my neck, pulling me more fully into the kiss and I’m lost, drowning in everything that is him as completely as if I let the dark ocean pull me under. He is the ocean, I realize, and every other force of nature that exists just waiting to be unleashed and out of control. And I want to lose control. I want to lose myself to the storm in his eyes and the fire in his touch.

But suddenly it’s gone, and the loss is tangible. I’m instantly colder, and I feel the cool breeze blowing over the water against my skin and it’s such a harsh contrast to the overwhelming warmth from before. It takes me a moment to realize he’s broken the kiss, and I slowly open my eyes to find out why. That’s when I see that his eyes are wide with surprise and he’s shaking his head trying to find words. I immediately feel cold dread run through me, afraid that he’s disgusted by my touch, but I instantly know that’s not the case by his panicked words.

“Dale... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have... I don’t know what I was thinking,” he stumbles over his words and starts to back away. I realize he doesn’t understand, he doesn’t know I wanted that kiss as badly as him, and I need to stop him. I need to make him understand. But as it always is with me when something important is on the line, my tongue is tied and I can’t find words to express what’s in my heart. So I do the one thing I am good at. I act.

I step forward, closing the distance between us, and take his head in both of my hands, turning him towards me and crushing my lips to his. The kiss is much more passionate and demanding than the first, and initially he seems to be overcome with surprise. But that only lasts a moment before the storm is back, this time made of fire, as he pours himself into the kiss and into me. I feel him slide his hand around my neck again pulling me down more firmly into the kiss. Then his other hand reaches for my waist, untucking my shirt and slipping underneath so that his hand is touching bare skin.

A shiver runs down my spine at the contact and instantly I know I want more. I run one hand down his face and around his body pulling him closer to me at the same time his hand slides around my waist to end up flat against my lower back pulling me tight. I feel his hard, smaller body pressed against mine and hot desire courses through my veins overwhelming me in its intensity. There isn’t an inch of space between us anywhere and it’s as if we are trying to get into each other’s skin, and maybe we are. All I know is that I want more, even though I’m not exactly sure what that means.

I feel his hand rubbing hard at the muscles in my back before sliding down to roughly grab my ass. I thrust forward against him at the touch and feel his hard length press against me and I gasp in surprised lust, finally breaking the kiss and throwing my head back. I’m panting heavily with passion and he instantly attacks my neck with his mouth trying to devour my skin. His hand is still gripping the back of my neck hard and I feel him pull away just enough to untuck my shirt more and slide his free hand across my bare stomach, then possessively up my chest. No one has ever touched me so roughly with so much want and raw need and I realize I never knew what I was missing.

He’s still kissing hungrily at my neck and the feel of his hot breath against my skin is driving me more and more out of my mind by the minute. He leans into me more, sucking my earlobe between his lips, before breathing, “Dale...” into my ear. Hearing him say that name to me, so laced with passion, causes me to let out another long moan. I want to pull him tighter and feel his skin against mine. I want to drag him down into the sand with me and let him consume me completely, and I know in this instant I will never let Johnson come near him again.

I reach forward running my hands over his chest trying to undo buttons so that I can finally touch his skin, but he pulls back just little and I realize he’s staring at me. I look down at him, my vision blurring in a haze of lust, and see those fiery eyes burning into me again. I’m speechless by the storm of out of control emotions swirling just under the surface of those blue depths and I know he truly is a force of nature barely held back and ready to unleash his fury on me, and there is nothing I want more. I try to speak, but just as before the words won’t come. So, instead I watch his lips speak words to me I can hardly believe.

“Dale...I want you...” he says in a husky voice trembling with restrained passion. I can do nothing but nod and reach for him again, but he just wraps his arms around me pulling me flush against him as he whispers in my ear, “My room, come with me.” I don’t want to move. I don’t want to leave, is all that runs through my mind, but as one of his hands reaches down to stroke me through my pants I know I’ll do anything to be with him tonight.

I moan at him again and he pulls back with a sexy smirk on his face. I reach for him, but he just pulls back again grabbing my wrist as he does. He tugs me up the beach and I follow him quickly, discarded drinks forgotten as I stumble along behind him in my now uncomfortably tight pants. He pauses for a moment when we reach the cooler and grabs the strap handing it to me. Then I watch as he picks up my jacket and the whiskey before pulling me along leaving his coat discarded behind us.

We trip and stumble our way up the rocky path back to the car in a haze of alcohol and lust and I wonder how we’re going to get out of here. When we finally reach the car I watch as Jeff tosses his burdens in the back seat and then reaches for and does the same with mine. Then he turns back to me and grabs me by my arm pulling me down into another hot kiss. I melt against him again trying to think of a way to convince him to stay here instead of going back to the hotel.

He finally breaks the kiss and leans in to speak low in my ear saying, “Drive slower this time.” I pull back giving him a puzzled look. He can’t be serious. I’m already planning on breaking every known land record back to the hotel, and he tells me to slow down? I start to say something, to tell him he’s crazy if he thinks I’m gonna take my time when what I can only describe as a sultry almost evil grin crosses his face and he says, “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

I let out a heavy breath at the promise in his words and his eyes and nod my head to him. I walk quickly around the car and slide into the driver’s seat as I slip the keys into the ignition and flip on the lights. I glance over at him to see he’s staring at me with a mischievous, crooked smile and I realize I would do anything he ever asks if he’ll only keep looking at me that way.

I turn my eyes back to the gravel trail and turn the car around, heading back to the main road. That’s when I feel him put his hand on my thigh and give me a squeeze. I groan and say, “You keep that up there’s no way I’m making it back to the hotel.” I hear him give me a throaty laugh in response and I feel my stomach doing flip flops at the sound. Why didn’t I ever realize he could have this kind of an effect on me.

His hand travels a little further up my leg and I can’t keep from moaning, “Jeeeeeeeff.”

But, instead of pulling away he leans across the console and whispers in my ear, “Stay on the dark roads.”

I start to ask him what he’s talking about when instead of pulling back to his seat he leans over my lap. My mind is a spin of confusion at first until I feel his hands deftly undoing my belt and unfastening my pants. “What the...” I start to say and bite off my words as I feel his warm hands on my skin pulling me from my pants.

“Jeff, what are you...” I try to ask, again looking down, but immediately have to try and focus all my attention on the road as I feel him take me in his mouth all the way to the back of his throat. “Oh shiiiiiiiiiiit,” I moan gripping the wheel with white knuckles and I’m surprised I haven’t snapped the thing in half. I grit my teeth against the excruciating pleasure as he does things with his tongue I never even imagined. He takes his time teasing and building my pleasure until I’m ready to explode before backing off then driving me wild again.

“Fuck, Jeff, pleeeeeeeease,” I cry as I finally see lights in the distance. I’m shaking trying to keep the car on the road. I never imagined how amazingly erotic this could be cause I’ve never been with anyone bold enough to try something like this before. Finally I feel him moaning around my cock, deep throating me like no one else ever has and it’s all too much.

I swerve over on to the shoulder stalling the car and throwing my head back as I cry out, “Fuuuuuuck, Jeff, Ahhhhhhghhhhh!!” I see stars in front of my eyes as I come harder than I can remember and I’ve still got a death grip on the wheel. I close my eyes as I try to catch my breath and feel him let me slip from his mouth then give me a long lick before slipping me back into my pants and zipping them up. The whole thing is such a turn on I’m actually feeling the beginnings of desire for him again.

I open my heavy eyes just a crack to see him lean back and give me a sexy half smile as he wantonly licks his lips. I let out another moan and reach for him pulling him over to me and attacking is lips with my own. I can still taste myself on his lips and I pull him closer plundering his mouth with my tongue not even caring we’re parked on the side of the road. Nothing matters but right here, right now, with him.

Finally he pulls away and slides back into his seat still grinning at me. Looking at his self satisfied smirk I have to laugh to myself when I realize I just got the best blow job of my life from the reigning Cup champion. I try to suppress my chuckle but he just cocks his head at me and says, “Whaaat?”

That actually makes me laugh a little more, but I just grin and tell him honestly, “Nuthin, you’re just fucking amazing is all.”

His grin turns into a broad smile I know I’ll never get tired of seeing and replies, “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Junior.”

“Ahhhhhh,” I sigh leaning my head back against the seat and closing my eyes. But, after a moment I feel a punch on my arm and I slowly turn my head against the seat and crack my eyes to look at him. He’s sitting there expectantly and I just have to smile. He wants to get back to the hotel. He’s just buzzing with energy and I know all too well why. But instead I can’t help but tease him as I say, “Can I help you?”

I watch as he grits his teeth probably trying to come up with a snappy comeback. Watching him sitting there, lust coming off him in waves, searching for words, just makes me smile all the more. Finally he looks up at me with those dark eyes still swimming with desire and I stifle a gasp as that look starts to stir up desire in me again.

“Yeah, Junior, you can get the damn car in gear,” he says obviously losing his patience with me.

I give him a cocky smirk as I deliberately stretch my arms over my head and fake a yawn. “Nah, think I’ll just take a nap first.” I close my eyes not able to wipe the grin from my face just waiting to see his reaction.

I feel him lean forward and I wonder what he’s going to do to convince me to get moving. I’ve already found out how persuasive he can be. My smile only grows as I feel him reach over me and I suck in my bottom lip in anticipation. But then he does the last thing I expect. I feel him unlatch the safety belt and hear him open the door then give me a hard shove.

My eyes fly open at his actions and I have to catch myself on the door to keep from hitting the blacktop. I’m hanging half out of the car while he’s sitting back in the passenger seat laughing his ass off. I twist and try to climb back in the seat, but my legs are still tangled in the car and I have to end up sliding out onto the pavement before I can get up. He laughs even more as I trip when my arm catches on the seat belt.

Once I finally get to my feet I look up and glare at him before climbing back into the car, but he’s still grinning and laughing at me. “It wasn’t that funny, Gordon,” I growl at him more from hurt pride than anything else.

He tries to stifle his laughter, but does a poor job of it breaking out in another big grin. I glare at him again and he just puts his hands up in mock defense and says, “Oh come on Junior, that was freakin’ hilarious!” I shake my head and cross my arms knowing I’m not doing anything more than pouting, but I can’t help it. I never like looking like a fool, especially not tonight. Not on a night when I’ve already got way too much going through my head.

He gives me a little shove on the shoulder and I stare straight ahead trying to ignore him. Then he pushes me again leaving his hand on my arm this time giving it a squeeze. A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips, but I try again to ignore him. “Daaaaaale,” he teases me and I grit my teeth to keep from laughing at him. Then I feel him lean over and say in my ear, “You know you were real cute sitting in the road... Almost as cute as when you’re pouting...”

I turn to look at him and find my face just inches from his as I say, “I’m not pouting.” But as I meet his stormy blues eyes, I see they are dancing with laughter, so completely different from the way I saw him all night. And I made him that way. A slow grin crosses my face as I realize I’m the one who put that smile on his face and happiness in his eyes, and I wanna make sure it stays there.

“I’m not cute,” I say quietly leaning just a fraction closer as my eyes drift closed.

I feel his lips move against mine as he breaths, “Whatever you say, Dale,” and he touches his lips to mine. I lean further into him losing myself in his kiss as easily as the first time and wonder if it will ever be possible to stay mad at him when he kisses me like this. We stay there slowly exploring each other’s mouths for a few more minutes before finally pulling away. But before he leans back he whispers in my ear, “I still want you.”

I feel a self satisfied grin cross my face as I lean back to meet his eyes obviously burning with lust and I reach over and give his thigh a squeeze. “Then maybe we should get out of here,” I tell him with a smirk. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I start the car and pull back on to the road and I swear I finally know what it feels like to be undressed by someone’s eyes. And I like it.

The ride to the hotel is a short one and I pull in front to let the valets get the car. I hop out immediately and see Jeff gives me a strange look and I wonder if I did something wrong. But he just reaches into the backseat to grab our things and we head into the swanky hotel together walking to the elevator. As soon as the door closes I think again about the look he shot me and I have to ask, “Did I do something wrong?”

He turns to me, surprise written on is face, and just asks, “Why?”

I look back at him still trying to read him and reply, “You just gave me a strange look when we got here, that’s all.”

He seems to think for a minute and gets a faraway look in his eyes before finally answering, “It’s nothing, I was just surprised you didn’t want to...try and look more presentable.”

I look down and take in my appearance, shirt half untucked, sand still clinging to me in places and realize how we must look. He’s right. Surely he doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea and I immediately apologize and start trying to tuck in my shirt saying, “Oh man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”

“No,” he says sharply reaching for my hand. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

I meet his eyes and everything suddenly clicks. The way Johnson’s appearance is always more than perfect, never a hair out of place. The way I’ve seen him leave Jeff’s coach carefully smoothing his hair and clothes and looking around. Funny I never noticed before. I just assumed he was trying to keep up the perfect image. But now I know. He was trying to make sure no one suspected a thing. He was trying to hide everything about Jeff, and from the looks of it, he hurt him in the process.

I feel a small twinge of anger building in me at the thought of Jimmie using him and callously pretending it never happened. Maybe I’m over reacting, but the look in his eyes tells me I’m not. If I ever get the chance, Johnson better watch his step. I look over to Jeff and just give him my best “I don’t give a shit” grin and say, “Hey, I am who I am,” and shrug.

Jeff just gives me a smile that warms me straight down to my toes and says, “I know, I like it.” We just stand there for a moment looking at each other, taking in the moment, when the elevator finally reaches its destination and the doors open.

I follow him out into the hall and down to his room and feel anticipation building inside me. I’ve never done anything like this before and part of me has no idea what to expect. The other part of me can’t wait for him to open that door. As we reach his room he casts me a sly look before slipping in the key card and opening the door. I follow him through the door pushing it closed behind me and have time for nothing else as I feel his hands shoving me up against the door.

His mouth is on me again, claiming mine in a searing kiss and I don’t ever remember feeling more wanted. His hands are all over me, tossing my tie aside and making short work of the buttons on my shirt, pushing it open and running his hands over my chest. I moan into his mouth at his touch and want more than anything to touch him.

I push him back a little, breaking the kiss, and attack his own formal wear, tearing at the buttons on his shirt. He helps me, shaking it off, then pulls his undershirt over his head and I just have to smile as his muscled chest finally comes into view. Part of me is still surprised at how much the sight of him turns me on, but I push these thoughts aside, instead reaching for him.

As I run my hands over his chest he moans, throwing his head back, and I take that opportunity to run hot wet kisses along his jaw then down his neck. His arms slide around me, pulling me closer and I revel in the taste of the smooth skin on his neck. He runs a hand down my side and I shiver in desire as he slides it between us and tugs on the waistband of my pants. He’s unfastening my pants as I continue my assault along his neck and collar bone with my mouth and I let out a long moan of my own when he reaches inside and strokes me again.

I’m already hard for him again, I realize as I tremble in desire, and I want more, I just don’t know what. He takes a few steps back, pulling me with him over to the bed before drawing me into another intense kiss. His arms slide around my waist again and I feel his hands squeezing my bare ass as he pushes down my pants and I pull him tighter in my arms. He’s touching me everywhere, running his hands all over me, memorizing my body in the most exquisite ways and I marvel at the feel of his hard body against mine.

Finally he breaks the kiss running his lips along my jaw and kisses my ear. I feel him panting with desire against my skin as he says to me in a low sexy voice, “Dale, please...” and I realize instantly what he’s asking.

I rub the side of my face against his as I lean towards his ear and reply with a voice hoarse with desire, “It’s ok, I want you too, Jeff.”

He moans against me at my words before pulling back and meeting my eyes. Then he gives me that same soul searching look I’m beginning to become accustomed to, as well as adore. I watch as a slow smile crosses his face, before he gives me a small push towards the bed and turns to a bag he has on the floor.

I turn around, seeing the bed for the first time, and a wave of anticipation washes over me along with a touch of nervousness. I’ve never done this before and I don’t exactly know what to expect, but there is no way I’m turning back now. I kick off my pants which have fallen to my ankles and take the few remaining steps to the end of the bed. The thought runs through my mind that I am going to be the bitch tonight, as I remember our words from earlier, but for some reason the idea just turns me on more.

As I reach the end of the bed I wrack my mind for everything I’ve ever heard, not wanting to look like an idiot, and the term “assume the position” runs through my head. It sounds as good as anything else, I think, and I start to crawl up on the bed on my hands and knees. But just as I do, I feel his hands on my waist behind me and stop. He leans over, running kisses down my spine and I shiver in pleasure at his touch. Then I feel him tug at one of my arms, trying to turn me around, and I’m a little confused. Doesn’t he know I want this too?

I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder, and I swear he must be reading my thoughts as his smile grows and he turns me around, looking straight into my eyes, “I want to watch you come.” I close my eyes and groan as that is the single most erotic thing anyone has ever said to me. He lays me back on the bed and runs his hands over my body, down my chest, across my stomach, over my thighs and it’s if he’s claiming every part of me with the fire of his hands.

I feel one of his hands lightly stroke me, while the other slides to the inside of my thigh pushing my legs apart gently. Then his fingers trace up the inside of my thigh between my legs and lightly around my tight opening. I moan at the unexpected, unfamiliar touch that sends electric shocks through my body. It’s like every part of me comes alive with his caress.

I look up to see him watching my every move, every reaction, and can’t control the tremors of desire that run through me at the look in his eyes. His smile grows, as I feel him slowly begin to push a slick finger into me, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. He pumps me gently, letting me get accustomed to the feeling that’s completely overloading my senses. I dig my fingers into the soft comforter under my hands and realize I need more. I cry out my desire to him and he obliges, easing in another finger slowly, building my passion even higher.

Before long I can’t take it anymore and I know there is only one thing I need to make me complete. I look up trying to focus my lust hazy eyes to his and beg him in a husky voice I barely recognize, “Please, Jeff, I want you.” I hear his sharp intake of breath at my words and I let out a small sigh as he slowly removes his fingers. I’m surprised at the sudden emptiness I feel as he pulls away, but before I know it I feel his hands underneath my knees pulling me a little further to the end of the bed. I help him, eagerly scooting down, and then melt back to the bed as he runs his hands over my inner thighs parting my legs a little more.

He squeezes my thighs a little tighter and I finally feel the tip of his hard erection pressing at my tight opening and I hold my breath in anticipation. I feel him slowly push forward, past the tight ring of muscle, and our cries of pleasure mix together as one as we both moan in pleasure. He enters me slowly, until he finally buries himself inside me to the hilt and pauses, letting me adjust to the amazing feeling of fullness. I’ve never felt so complete in my life and I don’t see how I’ll ever be able to let him go.

He slowly pulls back, starting a gentle rhythm, easing in and out of me and I close my eyes, giving over to the blissful sensation of being screwed. I never knew it could be like this. One of his hands slides down my thigh and lightly strokes my throbbing cock and I gasp in pleasure opening my eyes to look at him.

His eyes are closed and I see a small frown crossing his brow and I realize he’s holding back, trying to be gentle with me. I feel my heart constrict in emotion at the fact, but I know instantly that’s not what I want. I want the storm washing over me, drowning me completely and swallowing me whole. “Jeff,” I moan his name and see him slowly open his eyes as he grits his teeth. The intensity of his eyes blows me away. Again I can’t help but think of a powerful force restrained and I want it all.

“Let go,” I whisper not breaking eye contact with him. “Just let go,” I murmur again and see his eyes go wide with surprise for a moment.

I see it the instant he stops holding back and I’m drawn in completely. He thrusts harder and faster, but it’s his eyes that I completely lose myself in. They draw me in and I know everything he ever feels is always written there in his eyes. They swirl with emotion and I again see him as an uncontrollable primal force I’ve been searching to lose myself in my whole life. As I feel myself coming to the edge I never break eye contact with him, I just lose myself in the connection between us that seems to reach into my very soul.

Finally, as much as I’d like this to go on forever, the blinding passion is too much and I scream out his name as I come shaking underneath him, but I still don’t look away. His stormy blue eyes are boring into mine as he pants heavily thrusting harder and gripping my legs. I hook my heels behind his waist and watch as he finally finds his own release crying out, “Daaaaaaaaale,” as he does.

He’s absolutely beautiful in that moment and it’s almost like I can feel his emotions inside me as he comes. Everything is so intense in this instant, but neither one of us can break the connection we’ve found. I watch his body tremble in pleasure and his anguished cry of pleasure is music to my ears. Finally he pulls away from me and I see that he’s shaking, the same as me, from the intensity of the moment and he crawls slowly up the bed against me leaning in to touch his lips to mine.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling his body down against mine completely as I lose myself to the taste and feel of him. We stay that way for awhile reveling in the tender kiss and cooling passion before finally breaking away. We lay there, side by side, with our heads on the bed, faces only inches apart. He reaches up putting his hand on the side of my face and whispers, “Dale...”

The emotion in that one word is overwhelming and I instantly know he felt everything I did and just can’t find the words. I just give him a small smile and tell him softly, “I know, I felt it too.”

He sucks in a sudden breath at my words and for the first time tonight it seems the constant storm in his eyes has subsided giving way to a peaceful calm almost like an untouched lake early in the morning. The thought that I somehow brought that peace to him leaves me speechless, and I’m not even sure what to think. We stay there, in comfortable silence, for a few minutes before pushing ourselves up and crawling all the way on to the bed. He pulls the covers back and we both slip under them and into each other’s arms.

He finally ends up laying on his back and I rest my head against his chest, arm wrapped comfortably around his waist, as he plays with the long curls at the nape of my neck. I just sigh in contentment at the easy way we just seem to melt into each other, but there’s one question I have to have answered, even if I already think I know the answer.

“What happens now?” I ask into his skin and smile as he never stops stroking my hair as he answers me.

“I guess that’s up to you, Dale.”

I close my eyes for a moment, again loving the way my name rolls off his lips. I think for a moment, trying to decide how to say what needs to be said. Finally I just say bluntly, “Tell me you won’t go back to him,” as it’s the only thing I have to know.

“The thought never even crossed my mind since you kissed me.”

I smile at the warmth that spreads through me at his words, that he never even thought of him when we were together. If I have my way he’ll never think of him again. And if that prick does decide to come calling again, he’s gonna have to go through me.

“Good,” I reply matter of fact then add, “cuz I don’t share.” I look up to see his reaction to my words and am met with the most blinding smile. It’s like the sun has come out from behind the clouds and is shining down on me, and I just bask in his warmth. In that moment he’s happier than I’ve ever seen him, eyes shining and broad smile across his face.

I crawl up the bed next to him and give him a soft kiss on the lips before taking him in my arms. He gives me a small look of surprise before snuggling into my embrace and I get the feeling he’s not the one who usually gets held. Well, that’s about to change. I thread my fingers through his short dark hair and just sigh a contented sigh before finally drifting off into a comfortable exhausted sleep.

~~Fin~~

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