Sleeping Beauty

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Summary: A week after “The Tour” Dale wakes alone.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Storm Series
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Dale Earnhardt Jr., Dale Jr.POV
CATEGORY: Romance
COMPLETED: November 10, 2005
WORD COUNT: 4,233
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: Pam my darling, you know this series is yours. Love you for everything hon!
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? Anyway, it picks up a week after The Tour.
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Mooresville, NC: December 20th, 2004

Shift slightly, feeling the sunlight streaming through the window, warm on my skin. Beams of early morning light, mocking my exhaustion, and I roll over, content to block it out, to curl up next to the warm body…that isn’t even here. Stretch my arm out further, as I lay on my stomach, face buried in the pillow. Shift again, feeling the exquisite soreness from muscles I didn’t even know I had a week ago, and seek him out again. But instead of the warm hard body I’m expecting, I only end up encountering fur and soft vibrations.

“Mmreow,” I hear and finally crack my eyes to see Buddy rubbing his head insistently against my hand. And I give in, scratching behind his ears as he arches his back and leans into my hand, purring all the more.

I sigh softly, turn, and lift my head to glance over at the clock behind me. 6:53 the red numbers mock me and I can’t stifle a yawn. Drop my head back down and continue rubbing Buddy as he paces back and forth, scratching himself on my hand as I’m barely able to hold it up.

“Is he really up already?” I question the cat who I swear seems to give me a “Well, duh” look as he meows impatiently again. So I start flexing my fingers, scratching him and stretch slightly, again feeling the sweet soreness that comes from being thoroughly fucked in a way I’ve never been in my life. God, I swear, that man never seems to get tired.

Tapping, not so lightly against my face and I jump as I feel Buddy head butting me and realize I must have dozed off. Turn my head again, as I absently pet him, and see the clock now reads 7:13. Let out a sudden exhale of breath and drop my head back to the pillow. Apparently he doesn’t need any sleep either. Weren’t we just up till almost three trying to see who could hold out the longest?

Feel my lips curl into a sleepy smile as I remember the dark and stormy look in his eyes as he squeezed my hands and thrust in and out of me with agonizing slowness. Damn, I don’t even remember passing out. But, knowing him, I probably blacked out from the pleasure. I swear, I could just stay in bed with him all day…if he was actually here.

Eyes snap open again, and with a grunt of frustration I finally push myself up on my hands, wincing slightly at stiff muscles that haven’t had enough rest. “Fucking, insatiable insomniac is gonna kill me,” I mumble to myself as I crawl over to the edge of the bed. Push myself to sitting and then stiffly make my way to my feet, stretching my arms over my head and yawning again. Rub the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hand and stumble to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to feel a little more human. Body moves on total automation as I look up to meet sleepy eyes in the mirror. Run my hand over my unshaven face and shake the long curls from out of my eyes as I add toothpaste to my brush and scrub my teeth quickly, happy as always to get it done as soon as possible. Rinse out my mouth and turn back to the bedroom, running my tongue over my freshly scrubbed teeth, finally feeling at least slightly more awake.

Stop in the bedroom and briefly consider not putting on a stitch of clothing, just running him down in the buff and dragging his ass back to bed. But I know he’s awake--too awake--and he’s not gonna be ready to just pass out.

“Damn, Energizer Bunny,” I mumble to myself and use my foot to pick up a random pair of jeans from the assortment on my floor. Slip them on and suddenly realize they must be his because I’m staring down at my own bare ankles. Snort ungracefully, really not caring, and head for the door, still feeling only half awake. He keeps this up I’m gonna have to learn to drink coffee…or OD on those energy drinks. I could really use a caffeine buzz right now.

Shuffle across the short hall, sparing a quick glance to the empty guestroom he’s never used, and make my way around to the stairs, slowly dragging my feet down each one. Check the kitchen first, then the computer room and finally see him in the “playstation room” lost in one of my racing games. I can tell he hasn’t noticed me yet and I take the rare opportunity to just watch him, finding myself smiling immediately.

Unsurprisingly, Killer is curled up at his feet, having taken to him almost the instant he walked through the door. Honestly, I’ve never seen him do that to anyone. If anything he seems to follow him around more than he does me, which is twice as funny since Jeff even admits that he’s never really been an “animal person” before. But somehow they still seem to get along.

Killer finally seems to notice my presence and raises his head, but I put my hand up silently telling him to stay, and he drops his head back down, resting his muzzle on Jeff’s foot--not that he even seems to notice. The whole scene strikes me as so odd and so “right” I just have to smile as I study him some more.

He’s clad in only jeans, and from the looks of them he must have made the same mistake I did judging by the way they’re bagged around his ankles. He’s leaning forward, sitting almost on the edge of the couch, eyes glued to the screen as the tip of his tongue touches the corner of his mouth. I watch him jump slightly, reacting to something on the game and see him frown, causing a crease to form between his eyebrows. I find myself smiling even more and can’t help but wonder if it’s wrong to find something so simple so fucking sexy.

Eyes trail over his chest and I can see the muscles flexing in his arms as his hands move easily over the controls. Personally I always like to use the wheel, but he seems right at home with the stock controller. Drag my gaze up his body--lingering at his mouth as he wets his lips--and continue to look up until I see his eyes and suck in an involuntary breath.

So focused.

So completely determined and I have to wonder if this is what he looks like in the car. Shift slightly as I feel a familiar tightness in my borrowed jeans, a feeling that’s becoming way to common when he’s around. Stare again at the complete and total focus in his eyes and suddenly wish he was looking at me that way, like there’s nothing else in the world.

Physically shake myself from my thoughts and glance over to see he’s just about to take the white flag. Grin to myself and say suddenly, “Having fun reminiscing?” My grin spreads even more as he jumps and glances over to me, rainbow car starting to spin across the track. He smiles briefly, eyes seeming to sparkle for an instant before looking back to the game, complete focus back on his face, as he pulls the car from the spin and races for the checkers, easily blocking the simulated 20 and 48 cars as he takes the win.

He turns to me then, satisfied look on his face as he sets the controller down on the table in front of him and says with a grin, “Trying to distract me, Earnhardt?”

I chuckle at him as I move into the room, dropping down on the couch beside him and say, “Nah, just thought you might need a little bit of a challenge.” Glance to the plasma screen again and smirk at him. “Don’t quit now Wonderboy,” I tease. “Shouldn’t you be practicing your burnout on those bricks?”

He snorts at me and rolls his eyes, shooting back with a smile, “You give it a shot sometime…if you ever get the chance, that is.”

His cocky grin, which is a fair impression of mine, is more than I can take and I can’t help but laugh. I glance over and spot an open Sun Drop on the table and grab the can, taking a drink. But I instantly make a face as the soda is way too warm. Set the can down and look at him in surprise. “Do you ever sleep?

I watch as he shrugs slightly, grin still on his face. “Don’t need much,” he replies and I swear I can feel his eyes as they run over my body. “Especially when I’m happy.”

I feel warmth spread through me at his words as well as his look. Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me? I catch the glint in his eyes and I’m suddenly pretty sure he does. “Well I’m so glad I can contribute to your insomnia,” I tease back and shift myself further back on the couch.

Watch as he turns, bending one knee and curling his leg up on the couch, as he faces me, attention completely on me, and I’m suddenly reminded of his intense focus of only a few moments ago. A slow smile plays at his lips that’s equally reflected in his eyes as he says, “Guess I could have woken you up ‘Sleeping Beauty.’” Smile seems to grow even more as he continues, “Maybe had a go at round….” Eyes find the ceiling as he seems lost in thought before turning back to me, glinting mischievously, as he says, “Ten?

I snort in amusement and raise an eyebrow. “Ten, huh?” I ask. “Someone has a high opinion of themself,” I tease back, adoring the grin that spreads across his face.

Part of me still can’t believe how comfortable we’ve gotten with each other already. I mean, a week ago, I’d have never dreamed I’d be sitting half naked on my couch, wearing Jeff’s jeans and discussing my--our--suddenly very active sex lives…with each other! I have to admit this whole thing is still really throwing me for a loop…but it just feels so right I don’t seem to care.

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t passed out on me we might have been able to test that theory,” he mocks, tearing me from my thoughts, and all I can do is laugh as he wiggles his eyebrows at me grinning.

“What?” I ask him. “You want to drag me back up to my bed and ravage me again?” I feel my already snug jeans tighten a little more as his eyes meet mine swirling with what I now recognize as barely restrained desire. I swallow slowly and my mouth goes dry as he seems to be completely devouring me with his eyes.

Watch as he slowly snakes his hand over, resting it on my thigh and giving it a squeeze as his eyes seem to deepen to an impossible shade of blue. “Don’t have to go all the way to the bedroom, Dale,” he replies in that low sultry voice that sends shivers down my spine, and for what isn’t the first time I realize how little I really knew him. In ten years I never had any clue this side of him existed, he hides it so well. I’d never seen him so relaxed, so opposite of his pretty boy, clean-cut image. So damn bad, I think, as he grins and runs his tongue across his teeth.

Feel his hand slide up a little higher on my thigh as his eyes seem to devour me even more, radiating nothing but sheer desire and I have to catch my breath. No one has ever looked at me that way before and I feel slightly self conscious and like the sexiest thing on the planet all at the same time. Feel myself harden completely, erection pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of my borrowed jeans and a soft moan escapes my lips.

His self confident grin seems to grow even more and I feel him lean closer as his hand slides all the way up my thigh. He leans to purr right in my ear, “All you need to do is sit right here and relax,” and a shudder of desire courses through me. God, does he ever know how to pull my strings. I smile at his words, finally ready to tease him right back when I feel a finger glide lightly over the bulge in my jeans and I realize he’s serious as I involuntarily buck in his hands.

My eyes widen slightly as he tugs at the waist of my jeans while his stormy eyes seem to flash even more with desire--if that’s even possible. Gasp as he slowly pulls the top button of the jeans undone and moan softly as it fully hits me what we’re doing and where. Another wave of lust crashes over me at the “badness” of it all, and I’m sure he has no clue what he’s doing to me. Few people on this earth really know me and even less know the true extent of my exploits. I wonder if he’d be surprised to know the overwhelming majority of my sexual conquests have been restricted to the bedroom. I mean it’s not like I haven’t had offers to get off in a Dairy Queen bathroom, I guess I’ve just always been more “traditional.” But he made that all fly right out the window a week ago when he devoured me in his rent-a-car.

I moan again as the memory runs through my mind and he tugs down the zipper, finally causing me to spring free from the confinement of my denim prison. Look down at him, eyes heavy lidded with desire, as his finger traces lightly down my length and he gazes up at me intently. Then he tilts his head, giving me a thoughtful look. But before I can ask him what he’s thinking he pulls back slightly, grinning even more.

Suddenly I feel him pressing the discarded playstation controller into my hands as he leans forward, speaking again in that sultry silken voice, breath warm against my neck, “Better yet…why don’t you see if you can beat my time?” I groan in response as he takes that instant to curl his fingers around my throbbing cock and I buck into his hand again. Is he kidding me? He’s already got me so worked up I can’t see straight and he wants me to play the game?

Look down at him again and see the broad grin on his face as he teasingly strokes me and I realize he’s completely serious. Well, at least I don’t run the risk of running off the road and killing us both this time! Glance up at the game, still replaying highlights of his last race and grin at him replying, “Do I have to drive that God awful psychedelic rainbow car?”

Slight pout on his lips that makes me grin even more as he turns his head just enough to glance at the game again. Then he whips his head back around, eyes dancing with mischievousness again as he replies suddenly, “Yes,” and drops down instantly to run his tongue completely up my length from base to tip.

“Holy shit, Jeff,” I cry out as my hips buck forward off the couch for a moment and my body surges with desire at his sudden, unexpected actions. We’ve been very “active” this past week, but this is the first time he’s been quiet so demanding…and I’m loving every second of it. Warm, wet tongue circles my tip and I tremble again with desire and I look down to see him smiling up at me as he continues to run his tongue over me. “God…” I gasp at the smoldering look in his eyes and push back on the couch further.

“No…I’m not. But feel free to call me one,” he teases with a grin and I playfully punch his shoulder.

“Narcissist,” I shoot back at him as I feel him slide his finger tips over me again sending shivers down my spine.

He tilts his head slightly at my words and replies, “Probably,” with a smile on his lips. A smile that grows even more as he pushes the controller in my hands again saying, “Now don’t you have a race to run?”

I chuckle at his teasing and finally glance up at the game and restart the race, focusing on the obnoxiously bright car. Shift the game view to in-car as I take the green flag, but almost immediately crash into the wall as I feel his warm mouth on me again. Bounce off the 12 and my own 8 before finally regaining control, even as I feel him take me shallowly inside his mouth.

“Fuck,” I gasp out as I spare a glance down to see him seemingly make himself comfortable in my lap, stretching out on the couch as he sucks lightly, swirling his tongue over my head again. Shiver slightly at the complete eroticism of it all and attempt again to at least try to focus on the race. I begin slowly picking my way through the field, as he had the game set on starting from the back and tremble as he takes me in a little deeper even as one hand slips further inside my jeans to fondle me gently. Moan again at his actions and barely keep from brushing the wall as he continues to tease me slowly.

Glance down at him again and see that he’s watching the game, even as he tortures me and I realize he’s gonna draw this out, make it last, until I finish the race. I groan at the realization, as well as his expert technique and look up to see he’s got it set on 50 laps. Dear god, how am I going to last?

The slow torture continues as he cups my balls with one hand and holds my length steady with the other, slowly sucking me down then pulling back to run his tongue up and down my shaft. He’s doing nothing but teasing me and he knows it, keeping me right at the edge of control then pulling back only to push me to the edge again.

36 laps.

And I can feel my breaths coming heavier as my body trembles with barely repressed desire. I attempt to focus on the track as I lock onto the 20 with the draft, sucking up to the orange bumper even as he takes that instant to suck me all the way down his throat. “Shit,” I cry out, loosing my concentration, the draft and four spots before I can see straight again. Then I feel him chuckle around me, sending shock waves through my body even as it pisses me off and I desperately try to focus again. Change my tactics now and lock on to the 38 with the intimidation feature instead of the draft, knocking cars out of my way instead of passing, just wanting to get this over with.

27 laps.

And I have to pit, bringing the car down to the apron where thankfully the game takes over as he chooses that moment to trace a finger lightly over my tight entrance, applying only the slightest of pressure. “God, you fucking tease,” I grit out as he continues to probe me lightly and I feel him chuckle again. He really is enjoying this too much.

Jump as I feel teeth lightly scraping my underside and groan as he finally pulls back, letting me slip from his lips. I try to glance down as I pull back onto the track and see him sucking two of his fingers into his mouth and my eyes all but roll back into my head with longing. I swear he’s going to drive me out of my mind.

18 laps.

And 18th place. Really not doing so well, but like I fucking care, I think, as he takes me down his throat again. I knock the 18 and 25 out of my way, clearing the track in front of me as he suddenly begins pushing a finger at my tight ring of muscle again.

“Please,” I hear myself whimper in a voice so unlike my own as he slowly works the single digit inside, causing my entire body to tremble. The game is a blur now, don’t even know where I am as the sensations begin to become more intense, more mind blowing. Down his throat, swallowing around me then pulling back with constant suction as his finger curls inside and I’m moaning loudly, hips bucking into his mouth as he bobs his head.

8 laps.

And I could care less. I can barely focus on the screen, eyes glazed with desire and I feel a steady tremor run through me at my long delayed release. Never, ever has anyone tormented me this way before. God, I feel like I’m going to die from the pleasure.

“Jeff, please, God…please,” I beg, rocking my hips, alternately thrusting into his mouth and back onto the two fingers that are now pumping deep inside. I’m so close. So very fucking close and he knows it, as he’s doing everything to keep me right on the edge. Thrusting, sucking, twisting, licking, and my mind is a foggy haze of desire. Am I still even driving the car?

Harder he sucks, cheeks hollowing out completely as he bobs his head and thrusts his fingers inside me sharply, hitting the spot so deep inside I’ve only recently discovered turns my mind completely to mush. And I feel myself tensing, muscles clenching as the fire in the pit of my stomach spreads through my body and I know I can’t hold back anymore. Right on the edge my body shakes and I think I might see the white flag…I don’t know. But then I know it must be the end as he’s no longer teasing, no longer holding back and I chuck the controller in the direction of the coffee table. Vaguely see the fluorescent car spinning across the line as I reach down, one hand scratching desperately at the couch while the other threads through his hair, pulling at it slightly.

“OhmyGod…Jeff…soclose…soclose…” I babble, hips lifting off the couch as it’s all finally too much. Barely even feel the fingers threading through my own as he squeezes my hand and I lose it, screaming out, unable to even form words as the force of my release knocks me back on the couch. I don’t even realize I’m keening his name as my head thrashes side to side in complete sensory overload, breathing hard, chest heaving.

Can barely process hands pulling back, fingers gently slipping from my body, as I feel his weight against me, lips claiming mine in a salty kiss. Moan into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine and I’m unable to even form a thought. My body still trembles in ecstasy and all I can do is lose myself to his touch--hands running over my bare chest--his lips--claiming mine possessively--and the taste on his tongue that I know is my own.

Feel him shift, stretching out the other way on the couch as he wraps an arm around me and pulls me down with him. Rest my head against his chest and slip an arm around his waist, snuggling close to him as my body still reverberates with tingly pleasure. Sigh softly as his fingers run through my long hair and all but purr against him.

God, have I ever been so content?

So much I want to say, so much I want to make him know, but I suck with words and I’m just too damn tired to act. I curl up against him closer and can feel myself drifting and I try to hold on, try not to slip away because I know how much going down on me gets him hot. He’s more than proved that to me this week and I try to shift in his arms, try to let him know my intentions, but he just pulls me down, holding me tighter.

I can feel the evidence of his desire and I attempt to form words, but as usual they fall short of my meaning. “Jeff, you…I mean…” The words tumble from my lips in a jumble but he just chuckles softly and runs his fingers through my hair.

“Relax, Dale,” he tells me softly, my name rolling smoothly off his lips. “You can pay me back later,” he says, obviously amused and I start to speak again, but he cuts me off, pulling me tighter against his chest. “Rest Sleeping Beauty, I’m not going anywhere,” he purrs and I finally relax at his words, melting against him. This is what I wanted, I think, as his fingers continue to slide through my hair and my mind begins to slip away.

Damn, I wonder if he knows how much he means to me already….

~~Fin~~

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