Shelter From the Storm

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Summary: His Sleeping Beauty wakes, but he’s still not ready to join the “tribe.”

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Storm Series
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Dale Earnhardt Jr, Jeff POV
CATEGORY: Romance
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #33 (#8 for me) - Hopi
COMPLETED: March 10, 2007
WORD COUNT: 7,403
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 Mystik!Heather and Mick who helped so much as I tried to find these two again. And to everyone who’s been begging for this for so long.  Personally…I can’t believe I let these two go! And to Zippit who specifcally requested these two.
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 after Sleeping Beauty.
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Mooresville, NC: December 20th, 2004

Cold and wet.

I shake my hand, still pretty much asleep, and try to pull it away from whatever is pressing insistently against my skin. 

Again.  Cold and wet. 

And I snap my eyes open, turning my head to the side to suddenly be met with….

Lick.

“Uhhhhh,” I groan, wiping the drool off my face as I look over to see Killer mere inches away, obviously ready to slobber on me again.  “Quit it,” I mutter, trying to push him back as I shift against Dale on the couch.  I can still hear him snoring softly against me and I realize there’s no way I can escape without waking him, so I reach out my hand to the dog and cringe as it’s immediately licked again.

“Damn it, Killer,” I mutter to the mutt and raise my hand to scratch behind his ears.  “Don’t you know I’m really not an animal person?” I sigh as he leans into my touch, soaking up all the attention I give him. 

Shake my head slightly and finally look down at Dale curled against me.  He’s still sleeping--what a surprise--with his head against my chest and I thread my fingers through his long hair slowly.  I can’t help a self-satisfied smirk from crossing my face as I watch him sleep, his screaming from earlier still echoing in my ears.  He’s so amazing when he lets go completely and I can’t wait to see how many more ways I can drive him over the edge as we slowly strip away his inhibitions one by one.  I smile more as I realize I’m definitely not going to be going anywhere for awhile as Dale has one arm wrapped loosely around my waist and one leg thrown over mine effectively pinning me down.  Now why do I think that’s deliberate?

I smile softly, warmed by the thought, as I play with his long curls and continue scratching Killer’s chin with my other hand.  God, I swear, this all feels so surreal.  The entire week has and part of me is still ready to wake up and find it was all a dream.  Since the tension of the first night here in his private little world melted away it’s been just like this…so comfortable, so…right.

I shake my head suddenly, trying to push away thoughts I don’t need to be thinking.   We’re having fun.  Hell, we’re having a great time and I don’t need to fuck it up by thinking too much or getting too attached because I know what happens then.  Jimmie showed me all I need to know about that.

Once again I force those memories from my mind and just focus on the now.  For whatever reason Dale wants me here and I’m determined not to fuck this up.  I know this will probably be just an off season fling, and I have no idea what I’ll do once it’s over, but for now…for now I’m just going to enjoy it.

Shift slightly, trying to regain the circulation in my left leg, and suddenly there’s an annoying sniffing in my ear.  I shift again and find that Killer has planted his muzzle on the couch by my head and apparently likes the way I smell.  “Alright, alright, alright,” I tell him, still a little annoyed, and start scratching his head again.  “Bossy thing aren’t you?” I mutter, but stop suddenly as I both feel and hear a chuckle against my chest. 

I glance down and see crystal blue eyes dancing with amusement looking up at me from his position on my chest.  I raise an eyebrow at him, silently questioning his laughter as the dog takes that instant to nuzzle my ear with his wet nose again.  “Damn it,” I jump and try to squirm away, but the boxer just leans forward again, sniffing, and trying to nuzzle me with his nose.

“Killer, that’s enough,” he says finally between his laughter and I scowl at him slightly.  Then he lifts his hand that was dangling to the floor as he slept and pets the mutt who finally turns his attention to Dale.  I watch as he turns his head to me again, laughter still evident in his eyes.  “He really does seem to like you,” he manages before he’s chuckling at me again.

“You think?” I reply, rolling my eyes and raising an eyebrow.  I reach my hand up to try and wipe the slobber from the side of my face and ear and shake my head.  Junior is still grinning at me infuriatingly and I shoot him another glare, but he just shakes it off and continues to grin at me.

“Comes with the territory, Gordon,” he says matter of fact.  His eyes sparkle more as he continues, “Watch out or I’ll ask you to clean Buddy’s litter box.”

“You’re kidding,” I reply instantly, eyes widening slightly because…he has to be teasing, right?  Surely he doesn’t really expect me to clean litter boxes for my room and board?  Not when I do have so much better talents….

“Not really,” he says and I just raise my eyebrows again, giving him a “yeah right” look.  Then he just grins at me and explains, “That’s one of my ‘tests’ you could say I have to see how down to Earth people are.”  Then he smirks at me and continues, “Martin’s done it.”

I shake my head and try to squirm from under him, but he easily holds me down.  I finally give in and sigh with mock exasperation as I look up at him and say firmly, “I.  Do not.  Scoop poop.”

Laughter.

He’s suddenly laughing at me and I frown back at him.  There are a lot of reasons I’ve never really had pets and cleaning up after them is only one of them.  I start to speak again, but he just shakes his head at me saying, “Didn’t really expect it out of you, Gordon.  I know you’re way too high class for cat shit.”  Then he snorts and laughs again.

I all but growl at him and try to push him off me, finally starting to get irritated with his teasing.  “Fine then, Earnhardt.  Why don’t you get your heavy, redneck ass off of me?  You’re crushing me.”

“Crushing you or wrinkling your fancy ass?” he asks with a teasing grin as he sits up and pulls back, finally letting me push myself up. 

“Brat,” I shoot back at him, smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I try to work the circulation back into my right leg.  I don’t know what it is but when he gives me that crooked smile I just can’t seem to stay annoyed with him.

He watches me for a moment and then leans back and takes my numb foot into his lap.  “Need some help with that?” he asks as he starts massaging my calf and I lay back on the couch again, shaking my head.

I smile and roll my eyes at him as my foot starts to tingle and taunt him right back, “Yeah…why not?  It is all your fault anyway.”

I watch as he just shakes his head at me and grins, his hands never stopping their massage as he rubs my foot.  “Had to make sure you wouldn’t run away again,” he says with teasing blue eyes that I swear might hold something more than just amusement.  But as I shift to try and get a better look whatever it was is already gone as he grins and teases me again.  “Besides, you make a good pillow.”

“Is that so?” I ask as his hands move over my foot and back up my calf.  I smile as he continues to massage my leg and then prop myself up on the arm of the couch to watch him.  Once the feeling starts to come back and after he’s worked away all the tingles, he reaches for my other leg to repeat the process.  As I continue to gaze down at him contently I see a smile curl his lips and I know he’s not done teasing me yet.

“Yup…” he says as his smile seems to grow wider.  “Even if you are a little on the ‘small’ size.”  I can see the laughter he tries to repress reflected in his eyes and I can’t help but retaliate.

A smirk slides across my face as I tease him right back.  “You didn’t seem to have a problem with my ‘size’ yesterday when you were begging for ‘more, more, more.’”  I tilt my head as I run my foot along his inner thigh and I swear I see the barest hint of a blush high on his cheeks which spurs me on all the more.  “Come to think of it…weren’t you limping to bed last night?”

That hint of a blush turns to a distinctly rosy hue as he looks down at my foot and unsuccessfully attempts to repress a small, adorable shy smile.  Who knew he would embarrass so easily?  I can all but see the wheels turning in his head as he searches his mind for a come back and I can’t suppress a small chuckle which instantly gets his attention.

His head snaps over to look at me and I know he can see the amusement in my eyes as he presses his lips together to form a hard line…that he can’t maintain.  I watch as a slow smile finally slides across his face that I can’t help but return as he starts to shake his head.

“How could I have known you for so many years and never have a clue how damn dirty you can be?” he asks with a look of almost wonderment on his face. 

I grin at him and inch my foot a little more up his thigh as I reply, “Keeping your private life private really is an art form, Dale.”  Then my grin turns to more of a smirk as I tease him, “It’s not that much of a mystery, really.”  I watch as he tilts his head, listening closer and continue, “But it does start with not spilling your guts on a DVD or letting camera crews follow your every move for reality TV.”

I watch him roll his eyes and shake his head as he continues to run his hand over my jean-clad leg and I can’t help but smile.  He hasn’t said anything yet about the too long denim bunched around my ankles and when I finally look to the side of the couch I think I might know why.  I hold back a chuckle when I see his bare ankles from wearing jeans too short and I just can’t help but wonder if his choice of attire is an honest mistake or a completely deliberate one…like mine.

My mind starts to drift as I remember crawling out of his warm bed this morning too wired to sleep any longer.  I wanted to stay with him but I knew if I did I’d just end up waking him and trying to wear him out some more.  I can’t help myself; I just can’t seem to get enough of him.  When I saw his faded and torn, well worn denim I swear I had no choice…I just had to feel them against my skin.  No, there was no “mistaking” his old stained jeans for my designer label.  I just wanted to wear something of his.  Now I wonder if he felt the same or if it was just an honest mistake--not that I’d ever ask.

“Well I guess that means NASCAR 360 is out this year then,” he says, pulling me from my thoughts.  I look up at him again to see him smiling back at me, beautiful blue eyes sparkling, as he continues to rub my feet.  “So teach me more oh wise one.”

I can’t help but laugh at his words and reply with a grin of my own, “Well, maybe if you didn’t spell out your life on the internet, that could be a start.”

I watch as he just shrugs at my suggestion and gives me a wry smile.  “You know me Gordon,” he says as his eyes flash mischievously.  “I just never know when to keep my mouth shut.”

Laugh softly at the admitted truth of his words and shake my head as I shift back on the couch.  Then I shoot him my own mischievous smile and move my right leg so my foot brushes over the front of his “borrowed” jeans.  “Personally,” I purr in a smooth voice, “I like your mouth.”

He moans softly at my teasing touch and I see that flash of desire in his eyes that is slowly becoming my whole world.  Oh, I have no illusions.  I know this can’t last.  But I can’t help but believe that the more I can keep him screaming my name, the less time  there will be for him to really realize it’s my name he’s screaming.  Brush my foot against the hardening bulge again and deliberately lick my lips, putting on my most sultry look and I can see him start to waver, start to give into me again.  But then I feel his hand on my leg stilling my actions and my heart sinks.  Is this the beginning of the end?

“Jeff…” his voice is a little lower, a little huskier than usual and I try to rub against him again.  But he holds firm and I’m suddenly scared to know why.  Is this Jimmie all over again?

But then he opens his eyes and looks at me, desire plainly written in those crystalline blue depths and I actually sigh a breath of relief.  He still wants me.  On some level, he still wants me.

“You don’t quit it we’re gonna end up right back in my bed for the rest of the day,” he tells me with that thicker accent I’ve come to adore.  Of course, that could just be because of when he uses it.

“I thought you liked me in your bed,” I tease, trying to brush against him again.  But then he’s slipping from underneath me, moving to his feet, and it’s all I can do to hide my disappointment.

“Can’t,” he replies, accent still heavy.  Then he looks around and I see his eyes lock on the clock over the TV as he says, “I need to call Martin.  Supposed to get together with him and some of the DMP tonight….”

And my mind drifts.

I know he’s still talking, but I don’t hear his words as I turn my head to stare blankly at the racing game still running in a loop from earlier.  I see the replay of my rainbow 24 car spin out of control and I can’t help but feel the same.  Why did the real world have to invade on us so soon? 

I just barely shake my head as I catch a few more words, “…been on my ass for being so ‘unavailable’ for so long…,” and I have to swallow down the lump in my throat.  A week, I tell myself.  I got a week.  Almost like Paris, but…no.  No, I can’t even go there.

How could I be so completely stupid?  Did I really think he would stay holed up here with me for the entire off season?  No, I knew his family and friends would eventually bring this crashing to a halt.  He’s too close to them.  Hell, they even have their own name like some kind of modern day tribe.  The “Dirty Mo Posse,” with some of them even living in his “Dirty Mo Acres.”  Who does that?  Who owns their own sacred land outside of the real world, sharing it with close family and trusted friends?  I mean, it’s not like he and I are even really real friends.  It’s not like we ever “hung out.”  I just…I just hoped it would last a little longer.

He says something to me and I can’t even focus.  All I can think about is going back to my cold and lonely condo…a place I haven’t even been to since before the banquet.  My God, how so much has changed.  At least I know the place is still stocked up with Crown and cigarettes because I know I’m going to--.”

“Jeff?”

His words finally pull me enough from my self pity to at least realize he is talking to me. Shit.  I don’t even know….  “What was that?” I ask as I look up and push myself to a sitting position, making sure my face is its usual deceitful mask, hiding my true feelings.  God, he probably wants to know when I’m leaving.

“When do you want me to tell him we want to eat?” he asks and I know there’s no way I kept the surprise from my face. 

I stare at him blankly for a moment and I can’t stop myself from saying the words, “You mean I’m invited?”

“Of course,” he replies, looking at me like I’ve said something completely stupid.  “You think I just bail on my friends?” he tells me and I feel my heart tighten with emotion.  But I force myself to push it back, internally chiding myself for feeling too much.  I don’t need to be reading too much into this, even though…he really wants me to hang out with his friends.  I can’t help but smile at the thought as I can’t imagine what their reaction would be.  Hell, I don’t even know what he’d tell them….

“That is…if you want to hang out with a dumb redneck and his friends…,” he says and as I look up I can’t help but wonder if that was a flash of insecurity I saw in his eyes.  Surely he has to know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than with him, right?  It strikes me that maybe I should tell him, actually say the words and tell him how I feel but fear of rejection stills my tongue.  Instead I just call him out on his self disparaging remark.

“Please Dale, I’m not buying that ‘stupid redneck’ crap for a second.”  I grin at him and continue, “Okay, your friends maybe…but I know you’re a lot smarter than you like to let on.”

A wry smile crosses his face as he looks to me and I can see the amusement in his eyes as he knows I see right through him.  “Yeah?” he replies as he grins even more.  “Well, I think there’s more to you than just a ‘ritzy pretty boy.’”

I can’t help but laugh at his words and return his grin with one of my own.  “Is that what people are calling me now?”  I shake my head and laugh again.  “I’d have sworn that was McMurray.”

I feel my own smile grow even more at the sound of his laugh and the same comfortable warmth that I’m becoming accustomed to by just being with him fills me.  How does he put me so at ease?  How can he relax me so completely?

“Well, I have to admit you’re not nearly as prissy and stuck up as you could be,” he teases as he runs his eyes over me.  “Hey, at least I’ve got you in jeans, even if they are normally that designer crap.”

I laugh even harder as he stands there in my “high waters” and practically giggle as I reply. “And who’s wearing the ‘designer crap’ now, Earnhardt?”  My eyes flash as I continue, “I think you should meet up with your ‘posse’ wearing those sometime.”  I watch as the faintest trace of pink color his cheeks again as his eyes widen and I push off the couch, moving closer to him.  “Besides…” I purr as I move behind him, close enough for my bare chest to brush against the skin of his back.  “I kinda like the way you look in my jeans.”

“Jeff…” he whispers softly and I can feel the internal battle that wages within him as he finally relents and starts to lean into my touch.  I move closer, softly kissing his neck and as I feel my own desire start to grow I know we need to stop.  He wants me to go with him tonight and I know I should…even though I’m paranoid as hell.  I don’t fit in with his crowd.  I know that.  So what happens when he finally sees it?

His friends are so much more than that.  Everyone can see that.  The tight circle around him is family and part of me can’t believe he’s even thinking of bringing me into that.  What happens when the “tribe” rejects me?  I really don’t think I’m ready for this. 

“Dale, I…”

But I don’t get any further as the refrain to some Three Door’s Down song starts to filter through the room.  I look up from his neck and over his shoulder to the flashing cell phone on the end table and part of me just wants to hold him tight and not let him answer.  But I can’t, and I know it so I start to let him go even before he speaks.

“Jeff, I need to at least see…” he starts and I just nod to him and take a step back, wordlessly motioning to the cell phone as morose thoughts run through my mind.  He wants me here.  I know he does.  I just need to relax and not get so worked up just because the outside world invades.  It’s not like I can keep him to myself forever anyway. 
I watch him as he moves over to the phone and glances at it before flipping it open and I silently wonder to myself who wants a piece of him now.  My question is answered the instant he speaks again.

“Hey, Kel.  What’s up?” he asks as a smile curls his lips and I take another step back to lean against the wall to watch him. 

It’s his sister.  Kelley.  The admittedly most important woman in his life and I have no doubt that one word from her and I could be out the door.  Those two are tighter than most married couples and part of me wonders what she would really do if she knew about us.  She takes care of everything for him and I have no doubt she could “take care” of me as well.  A chill runs down my spine at the thought and I continue to watch him, trying to catch bits of their conversation as he paces the room.

“Well tell Karysn that her Uncle Junior will see her soon.  I’ve just been busy…” he tells her and I feel a mix of emotions as he mentions his niece.  I wasn’t even thinking about his real family.  Just his friends.  I really shouldn’t be monopolizing him the way I am.  He’s not like me.  He’s not detached from practically everyone in his life, preferring the limelight and the fame.  He’s close to his family and his home and I need to start realizing that.

“Yeah, he’s still here.  Why?” I hear him ask and suddenly my blood runs cold.  She knows I’m here.  But does she know why?  For some reason I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t be too pleased to hear about the champion corrupting her baby brother.  And if she does know….

“I don’t care how it looks, Sis.  He’s here because I want him to be.  He’s my friend….”

He continues on, but I don’t hear anything else.  All I know is he’s standing up to the most important person in his life.  For me.  If anything he’s willing to keep me here…even if it is under the pretense of friends, and I suddenly know I want to give him more.  I want to give him more than I thought I ever would.  I know he’s taking me apart piece by piece and when this is over I may end up hurting even more than before but….

I don’t care.

Suddenly everything and everyone else is just gone.  No posse, no sister, no one but him and I cross the small room to wrap my arms around his waist.  He flinches for an instant in surprise before relaxing into my arms and I want more, want to give him more.  Kiss along his neck and I can feel him chuckle lightly, maybe even a little nervously, as he tries to pull away, but there is no conviction to his actions.  Continue kissing up to his ear and my voice is low, too low for anyone but him to hear as I purr softly to him and press tightly against his back.

“I want you, Dale.  I want you to take me.”  My voice grows even lower, huskier, as for once I don’t feel completely in control.  I can feel a rush of nerves along with my desire as I whisper against his ear.  “I want to feel you inside me.”

I feel him tense suddenly and wrap him tighter in my arms as he almost drops the phone at my words.  He juggles it for a moment before mumbling into it hastily, “Kel, tell Karsyn I’ll see her soon.  Gotta go.”  Then he flips his phone shut and shoves it into his pocket as his hand slides down to cover mine, squeezing them tight.  “Jeff…Jeff, I haven’t…”

“Shhhh,” I purr low in his ear and slide my hands over his stomach.  “I know, Dale.  I know, but God, God I want you,” I murmur to him softly and for a moment I think he will deny me.  Maybe it’s too much, or maybe he just doesn’t want me that way, I think as my heart starts to sink.  But then as I start to rest my head on his shoulder I feel him turn in my arms and I’m suddenly met by the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

“I want you, Jeff,” he tells me in a thickly accented voice and I swear everything inside me melts in that instant.  I stare back into his eyes and reach up to cup his face, feeling the coarse reddish stubble under my hands as I brush my thumbs across his cheeks.  My heart pounds as I see the truth in his eyes and for the moment I want to believe he’s asking for more than my body, that the desire and promise reflected back at me is more than just sex.  But then he speaks again and all coherent thought is lost.  “Show me.  Show me how to make you feel like you do me.”

“Dale…” I whisper softly and lean forward, my eyes drifting shut as his lips meet mine in a touch that’s tender and hungry all at the same time.  His arms slide around me, holding me possessively in a way no one else ever has, but still I can feel his slight hesitation.  It’s all still new to him, and as much as I may want him to pound me into oblivion the way I’ve done him this week, I know we need to take our time.  He makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world when he touches me and I want to make him feel the same. 

I slide my hand up his back to rest at the base of his neck and deepen the kiss, hearing him moan softly as I press closer to him.  I can feel his desire hard against my stomach and I tangle my tongue with his, savoring the taste of him and the way his sweet shyness melts away at the intensity of his kiss.  Thread my fingers through his messy red curls and I feel the shift in him, insecurity and inexperience fading away in the face of passion and need and I know the time is right.  He wants me, and God do I ever want him.

Break the kiss finally and pant softly for breath as he gazes at me with wide eyes dilated with unspoken desire and I reach for his hand, intertwining my fingers with his.  “I’ll show you anything, Dale,” I tell him with a voice so rough with desire it even surprises me.  Squeeze his hand as he nods, licking kiss-swollen lips, and then tug his hand lightly as I lead him to the stairs.  But we only make it halfway up before he stops me, arms wrapping around my waist.

I feel his mouth at my neck, tongue tracing along my skin and now it’s my turn to groan low as I feel his hands run up my chest.  He grinds his hips against my ass and suddenly my “borrowed” jeans are way too tight.  “Dale,” I gasp, trying to turn in his arms but he holds me tight against him and his lips brush against my ear as he stands on the step below me.

“I do want you, Gordon,” he murmurs in a sultry southern accent that makes me tremble with desire.  God, does he have any idea what that voice does to me?  I lean back against him, relishing his touch, and then he takes me completely by surprise and slides his hand down my chest and over the front of my jeans.  I moan low as his palm rubs over the hard bulge and I don’t know what turns me on more, his touch or his surprising aggression.  I swear if he wanted me right here on the stairs I wouldn’t do a thing to stop him. 

“Mmmm Jeff-er-y,” he purrs, sending shivers up my spine as he drawls out each syllable of my name.  Then he squeezes me tightly through the worn denim and I gasp as his lips brush against my ear again.  “Feels like I’m not the only one who’s wantin’.”

“Fuck, Junoir.  Yesssss,” I hiss as he grinds against my ass again and I can’t take the teasing anymore.  I turn suddenly in his arms and take his face in my hands again, more commanding then before, and kiss him hard, my tongue thrusting between his lips and tangling with his.  He groans under my aggressive attack and I feel him grip my ass tightly with both hands as he grinds his hips against me.  I gasp as bolts of desire shoot through me and break the kiss as suddenly as I instigated it and growl at him, “Bedroom.  Now.  I need you.”  Then I take his hand and drag him quickly up the stairs.

He’s on me the instant we stumble through the door, hands running over my chest and tugging at my jeans almost frantically.  I thread my fingers though his long hair and kiss every inch of skin I can touch, lips, jaw, neck and shoulders, but it’s not enough.  Finally I feel him get my jeans unfastened and he’s shoving them down.  He only gets them to my knees before we’re both crashing to the bed and into each other’s arms.

“Yes, fuck yes Dale.  Want you.  Need you,” I babble at him as I kick off my jeans and then tear at his, trying to get them off.  Roll him to his back as I pop the button and unzip the denim, shoving it down his hips as I kiss over his pale chest, his moans of desire causing my breathing to quicken even more.  Hands slide over hot skin and hard muscle as I want to taste every inch of him and I attack his neck, nipping, kissing, wanting to completely devour him.  I swear with him it’s never enough.  I grind my hips down and cry out sharply as his hard cock rubs against mine.  I swear I feel like I’m going to explode any second as his legs part under mine and I don’t think I can hold back. But then he surprises me once more.

His legs wrap around mine and before I know it he rolls us both until I’m looking up into his dark, lust-filled eyes.  “Show me,” he pants in a low growly voice and somehow he turns me on even more.  He moves over me, parting my legs, and I stretch for the lube left out on the night stand.  Close my hand around the tube and then look up at him again as I take his hand and start to pour it over his fingers, slicking them completely as I’m completely entranced by his eyes.

“You know what feels good, Dale,” I tell him softly as I guide his hand between my legs and for the first time I see a trace of uncertainty that just endears him to me all the more.  I feel his hand tremble slightly and I massage it lightly with mine as I guide him even lower until he tentatively brushes his fingertips against my tight hole.  I can’t keep from gasping as his touch sends electric sparks shooting through me and he starts to pull away.  But I hold his wrist tell him in a desire laden voice as I look up to him desperately, “Don’t stop.  Please.  Please I need you so much.”  I swallow hard and hold his gaze as he slowly rims me with gently probing fingers and it’s almost more than I can take.  “Oh God, you’re killing me,” I groan and throw my head back against the pillow, spreading my legs wider as I finally let go of his hand and let him explore.

Gentle, easy, probing touches and my body feels like it’s literally aching with desire as I feel my every heartbeat in my throbbing cock, but I don’t rush him.  No, I know he needs this as much as I need him and swear I’ll let him take as long as he wants no matter if I completely combust in the process.  I look down at him and a smile crosses my lips as I see the intense look of concentration on his face, tongue at the corner of his mouth, as I feel him slowly ease a finger inside me and I can’t hold back a deep moan of pleasure.  His head snaps up suddenly to watch me and I see his eyes widen before I close my own and arch back in pleasure as he thrusts his finger deep inside and I groan again, “Mooooore.  Oh please Dale, moooooore….”

I feel him hesitate another moment but then he seems to get a little more comfortable as he slowly slides another finger inside me and starts to gently stretch me as he begins an easy thrusting rhythm.  I open my eyes slowly and am completely entranced by him.  His deep, crystal blue eyes seem to look inside me as he draws my desire from me, building a fire inside even higher than I ever imagined before.  “Dale…,” I whisper his name softly and see his breath catch before he leans down and kisses me tenderly.

I wrap my arms around him as he leans over me and continues to stroke me from the inside, driving me mindless with pleasure and I start to tremble even harder.  “Jeff…,” he whispers soft against my lips and I can feel the unspoken question in his voice.  I thread my fingers through his hair and kiss along his jaw as my hips rock to meet his touch before murmuring back to him softly.

“Take me Dale, please.  I need to feel your hard cock inside me,” I beg him softly as I reach for the lube again.  Pour it into my hand as he pulls back slowly and then reach down to finally take his hard length in my hand, grinning as he gasps at my touch.  I see the pure lust in his gaze as I stroke him a few more times and guide him down to my entrance.  Fingers trace over him as I remember the words he’s whispered to me over and over in the darkness and as I meet his eyes I whisper with a voice hoarse with emotion.  “Give me the storm, Dale.  Give me the storm.”

I see him gasp at my words and then he nods and slowly pushes his hips forward giving me the most amazing feeling of fullness as he slides inside.  I hear him moan, his voice cracking as he groans low and I’ve never heard anything sexier.  Then he slides one hand down my side and reaches for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine and gripping it tight as he slowly pulls back and slides in deep again.  “Shit, Jeff…,” he cries out and his voice is almost a whine as it cracks again and I instantly look to meet his eyes.

The emotion is so deep it almost scares me.

I squeeze his hand tight as he starts thrusting into me and wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him even deeper as his eyes bore into my soul.  Dear God, I swear I’ve never felt so much.  Please, please, I don’t ever want this to end.  I arch back as he tilts his hips, hitting that sensitive spot so deep inside and I can’t hold back my cries of passion as I keep my eyes locked with his.  I swear I’ve never felt such a connection to anyone as I do with him and it’s only gotten stronger since the first time.

“Yes, please,” I pant harder and squeeze his hand before loosening my grip.  “Fuck me Dale.  Please fuck me.  I need you so much,” I beg him again as my whole body shakes in desire.  His eyes darken even more, almost to the color of sapphires, and my breath catches in my throat.  I’m falling for him completely.  More so than I want to admit and I bite my lip to keep from crying out my feelings.  It’s going to kill me when I lose him.  But I won’t think about that now.  Now I just want him.

I pull him down suddenly as he starts to pound into me quicker and kiss him desperately, more to silence my tongue than anything else.  But his moan against my lips pushes my fears away in an instant, replacing them with desire so hot I can’t even think.  I gasp for breath as he breaks the kiss and raises up over me, biting his own lip as he finally slams into me hard and all I see is him.  His pale, toned chest dusted with light blonde hairs I have to reach out and touch.  His slanted reddish brows that perfectly frame deep blue eyes that are almost obscured by the long damp curls falling in his face.  And his gorgeous mouth as his upper lip curls up on one side in a sexy smirk that always makes me melt.

“Jeff…God Jeff…need to…see…,” he pants down at me as he finally reaches to take my neglected cock in his hand and I almost come at the first touch.

“Dale, yes, please, oh God, gonna,” I babble rapidly as he strokes me and I can’t hold on.  Not when he’s looking at me that way.  I reach out for him again, needing something to hold on to as my release is finally ripped from me and it’s all I can do to hold his gaze.  I scream his name loudly as my vision blurs and for a moment I don’t even realize it’s his throaty voice that’s ringing in my ears.  Another instant and he’s collapsed on top of me and I wrap my arms and legs around him, trying to be part of him if only for a few moments.

“Jeff…,” he pants harshly at my ear and I reach up with a trembling hand to stroke his hair as he gently kisses my neck.

“Amazing.  Perfect.  Fuck you’re unbelievable, Dale,” I whisper in his ear and feel him relax even more against me as I stroke his back. 

“Jeff…,” he whispers soft again as he continues to catch his breath and I slide my hand over his hip, letting him find words in his own time.  He kisses my neck softly and after a comfortable silence he murmurs against my ear.  “Thank you.”

I turn my head and kiss his cheek, unsure of exactly what he’s thanking me for but as it’s been from the beginning I don’t question him.  I just continue to try and soothe him with my touch as our passion cools.  I wish I could make him know how much I cherish these moments, how much I savor this closeness.  But I can’t.  I can’t make assumptions when it’s barely been a week.  I can’t give him that power over me…even though my heart tells me he’s already got it.

Finally he shifts against me as muscles start to scream in protest and I’m forced to unwrap my legs from around him.  “Jeff I…,” he starts and then finishes in a rush as he ducks his head against my neck.  “I wanna hold you again, but….”

“But, what?” I ask him softly, confused at his sudden shyness.  He’s not usually this skittish after we’ve been together and I wonder if it’s because we’ve turned the tables or if it’s something more.

He hesitates another moment and then whispers soft against my ear, “Don’t leave this time?”  He slowly raises his head and I see a trace of insecurity that I swear mirrors my own.  “Won’t sleep long this time.  Promise.  I just….  Will you stay with me?” he asks with wide eyes and I know that there’s nothing in the world that could tear me away from him now.

“I won’t go anywhere, Dale.  I promise you,” I tell him as I reach up and run my knuckles down his cheek.  “I’ll be here as long as you want me,” and then add even softer, “Never doubt that.”

I swear my heart practically aches with emotion at the look of gratitude he shoots me before slowly pulling from me, eliciting a moan from us both.  Then he shifts up on the bed and starts to pull me into his arms and I feel the same pang in my heart again.  Ever since he seemed to figure out that I’ve never really been on the receiving end of comfort he seems to make it a point to hold me as much as he can.  It still feels a little strange but…it’s something I know I could easily get very used to.

I feel him thread his fingers through my hair as I rest my head against his chest and I know without a doubt I’ve only been this content with him.  I wrap my arm around his chest, smiling as I feel him relaxing, and I know my “Sleeping Beauty” will soon be out again.  I turn to kiss over his heart as his breathing finally evens out and I start to drift off myself…until conversations from earlier start to run through my head.

I slowly sit up, glancing around the room and catch sight of the jeans he was wearing at the edge of the bed.  I look back to him, making sure he’s completely asleep before leaning over the end of the bed to grab the leg, pulling the denim closer.  Bite my lip as I inch it closer and then quietly pull his phone from the pocket of his jeans.  Then I stare at the phone for a long moment before glancing back a Dale again.

They’ll call for him.  I know they will.  They’ll invade on us, and even though I know I’ll have to deal at some point…I’m just not ready.  So without another thought I flip the phone open and turn the ringer to silent before slipping it back in the jeans and tossing them to the floor.

I know it’s wrong, but as I curl against him again and pull the covers over us both I just can’t seem to care.  Right now I just want to lose myself to him.  We’ll deal with the world one day.  But not now.  Now the world only consists of only us.

And I couldn’t ask for anything more.

~~Fin~~

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