Sweetest Perfection

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Summary: Temptation lies in blue eyes he can’t resist.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Storm Series
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Jeff Gordon, Dale Jr POV
CATEGORY: Romance
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #101 (#76 for me) - Entice
COMPLETED: June 19, 2008
WORD COUNT: 8,013
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: This one is for Mick who requested this...scenario. Hope this is satisfactory hun. ;)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to Zippit for the awesome beta on this.
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: 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, these boys really do ove to babble...who am I to say no?
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Mooresville, NC: January 7th, 2005

“Yeah, don’t worry.  We’ll be there.  Yes, I’m serious.  Shut up, Snooter. If I said I’ll be there I’ll be there.”

Close my phone and shake my head at his words.  Yeah, I know I’ve been promising to hang with the guys again for a week…but is it really my fault I keep getting so damn distracted?  Hell, it’s not like I’m complaining.  I think, no I know I’ve had more sex in the last month than the rest of my life combined.  I’m pretty damn sure few people would believe it but shit, the “Bud bitch” does have some standards, even if they aren’t as high as they aughta be.  And now…can I help it that it’s been so damn good?  How the hell can I walk away from it?  Ever since that kiss….

I didn’t intend to play tonsil hockey with him in front of my friends.  Not because of him, but cause I don’t do that in front of people.  Never have.  But when all the girls came out babbling about a midnight kiss I knew I didn’t want another meaningless make out with some random chick I’d never see again.  I wanted a kiss to remember.  So I didn’t care about what any of the posse thought.  Hell, I didn’t even care what Jeff thought.  I just had to lay one on him.

The part that still gets me was the look in his eyes right before I kissed him.  It was a flash of something that tore at my heart before the hormones and alcohol made me forget.  But now I think about it I swear it was a mixture of shock and insecurity and maybe even a little fear…none of which I’ve ever associated with Jeff.  I know I took him off guard, but somehow it seemed like it was more than that…or maybe I was just drunk.  Either way I know I’m gonna be remembering that kiss for a long ass time to come.

“Where do you think you’re going?”  The low purr of a voice sends a chill right down my spine and I lean back against him without even thinking about it as his arms slide around me.  Shit, how can he always turn me to mush with just his voice?  Suck in a breath when I feel his hand slide across my bare stomach. “I’ll tell you where I plan to spend the afternoon…and the night.  It’s about five feet behind us….”

Catch the reflection of my bed, tangled sheets and all, in the mirror over my dresser and I can’t help but shiver again because I wanna give in.  I wanna do nothing but follow him into bed and roll around with him for the rest of the day.  It’s just so fucking easy to lose myself to his touch, to the fucking look in his eyes like he owns my soul with every damn touch.  I want it.  And I haven’t been able to say no.  Until now.

Take a step back with him but then hold firm when he tries to pull me closer to the bed.  Run my hands down his arms to his hands and give them a squeeze.  “Good as that sounds…I was…thinking about goin’ out for awhile.  Josh called.  He and Martin wanted to--”

“C’mon Daaaale,” he draws out as his voice takes on the seductive tone that makes all coherent thought fly out of my head.  “We can meet up with them later.  For now…”  Gasp when his hand runs up my chest and he rolls one of my hardened nipples between his finger and thumb.  Fuck I never knew how damn erotic that could be, especially when he’s looking over my shoulder and watching me in the mirror with those smoldering eyes.  Groan when his other hand slides down between my legs to fondle me through my jeans and it’s all I can do not to bend over and beg him to take me.

“For now, we need to stop,” I tell him and try to push his hand away.  But instead he hooks his thumb in my waist band and squeezes me even tighter.  Hiss when he pinches my nipple harder and I can’t stop the groan from slipping from my lips.  Shit, shit he plays me so well.  He’s right.  Push forward against his hand.  We could always meet up with the guys later….

“You and I both know you don’t want that.”  Whimper as I watch him unbutton the top of my jeans and I know I’m losing this fight with every second passing by.  “Come to bed with me, Dale.  Come to bed and I promise they won’t even cross your mind.”

Stumble backwards another step with him and I know he’s right.  When I’m with him the whole fucking world melts away.  Close my eyes and throw my head back when he runs both hands up my chest, urging me to move back to the bed with him, his touch leaving trails of fire over my skin.  He turns me and his lips are just as searing as his hands, burning me up inside and causing me to lose track of everything until I feel the cool press of sheets against my back.  Fuck, fuck I wanna give in, wanna pull him down with me and lose myself to his hard body but if I do there ain’t no turning back.

“Jeff, shit, hang on.”  Tilt my head back when he tries to silence me with another kiss and I push at his chest even though every instinct tells me to pull him closer.  “C’mon, we got all night…ain’t need to rush.”

“Mmmm your words say one thing but….”  Groan deeply when he rubs me hard through my jeans and I squirm with need.  “I think your body’s telling me something else…”  Feel his mouth on my neck and I know I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t stop him now.  Jerk him forward against my chest to get him off balance then roll him onto the bed.  Look down at him and for a moment I think about ending this in a more pleasurable way.  Fuck, I’m as bad as he is.

Kiss him hard but before he has a chance to react I stand and move a few paces backward.  The look on his face would almost be funny if I wasn’t fighting my own raging hard on and I have to reach down to readjust myself.  “C’mon Jeff, come with me.”  Lock eyes with his intense blue ones burning through me and lower my voice.  “I swear I’ll make it worth your while.  Come with me and I promise I’ll have you howlin ‘fore the night’s out.”

Watch him push himself up to a sitting position, hands slightly behind him on the bed and I’m honestly not sure what he’s gonna do.  His face is completely unreadable until he finally tilts his head up to look at me and nods slowly.  “Alright, Dale.  If that’s what you want I’ll go.  You don’t owe me anything.”  He pushes himself up off the bed and as he brushes his hands on his thighs I can’t help but feel something’s off.  Part of me expected him to fight harder…but I really shouldn’t push my luck.  This is the first time I’ve been able to win this particular “argument.”  Who am I kidding?  It’s the first time I’ve been able to resist him…if you can call leaving myself with a limp resisting.

Shake my head and adjust myself again, trying to will away my traitorous body’s reaction, but watching him move around the bedroom isn’t helping.  Swear that man looks good in jeans, even if they are the ridiculously expensive variety.  Lick my lips as I watch him pull on a t-shirt and then a sweater and realize I need to get dressed myself.  Shake out of the spell he constantly has me under and grab a sweatshirt off one of my chairs followed by a faded Budweiser t-shirt.  Then snatch a hat off my end table and smile when I see he’s wearing the one I gave him again.  He’s hardly taken it off no matter what he’s worn and I fiddle with my silver bracelet when a warm tingly feeling fills me up inside. 

“You know, you might want to wear something of mine.  I’d hate to see you get your nice clothes all messed up.”  Fidget with my bracelet some more, spinning it around and around my wrist when he looks back at me and it feels like he’s measuring me up for something, or maybe I’m just imagining it.

“If you think I should.”  See a slow crooked smile cross his lips and his eyes light up a little more.  “Though I think you just want to see me in your clothes.”  Laugh as he’s put me completely at ease, cutting through the tension easily like he always does.  He really does play me well.

“Hey, you could do with some redneckin’ up, Gordon.”  Grin at him and then shrug slightly.  “Is it my fault you look good when you’re playin’ dirty.”  And it’s true.  Like the time he ended up in my tore up jeans.  I don’t know what it is but there’s something about seeing him not so put together that’s just…hot.

“Alright, alright, I give,” he tells me with a smile and puts up his hands.  “Dress me how you want.  I won’t protest…this time.”  His eyes sparkle and his ever present inner storm quells slightly but I have no doubt before long it’ll be washing over me again.  Chuckle at his words and then meet him over at my dresser to dig through my clothes.  Pull out another long sleeve sweatshirt and t-shirt and he takes them without a word.  Close the drawer and when I look at him I do a double take.

The collar of the used to be white sweatshirt is frayed and there’s a tear at the bottom of the old, faded Three Doors Down T-shirt.  His jeans are still fancier than anything I’d ever wear but with the camo hat and scruff on his face they’re hardly even noticeable.  To be honest he’s hardly recognizable and I can’t help the smile curling over my lips.  Shit, I’ll be surprised if Josh and Martin even know it’s him.  I wasn’t kidding before, redneck looks good on him and if I have my way I’ll see even more of it ‘fore we head back to the track.  Who knows, maybe some of it will even rub off.

Move forward and without a word kiss him hard on the mouth as I cup his face in my hands.  He blinks at me in surprise when I pull away but before he can say a word I tell him huskily, “Oh yeah, I’m so making this worth your while.  You ain’t gonna know what hit you.”

His eyes darken and I can feel the primal force just under the surface, begging to be unleashed and I have no clue how he keeps it in check.  There’s something so fuckin’ untamed about him and I know if we don’t get out of here now we won’t for another week.  Then he smiles and whatever spell he put me under is broken and I finally reach to tug on his hand.  “C’mon, let’s get ol’ Red loaded up and get out of here.” 

~*~*~*~

I don’t usually hang out in this kinda weather unless it’s around a fire with a beer in my hand.  But Truex wanted to go fishing and Josh wanted to drink beer so here we are out at my pond with coolers nearly empty not catching a damn thing.  But it’s all been all worth it to see their faces when they realized the “friend” I brought was Jeff.

I have a feeling I know why Martin demanded fishing in fifty degree weather.  He never thought in a million years Jeff would come out here with me.  Shit, I wasn’t even too sure.  I’m betting Martin was hoping to get another shot at telling me how stupid my choices have been lately…not that I have any intention of listening to him.  He should’ve got that through his head on New Year’s.  I’m not interested in anything he has to say concerning my personal life.  Hell, if I wanted an opinion I’d ask Josh or Kelley.  I haven’t yet, and I don’t know if I will, but at least they’ve both decided to play along and not give me any crap about it. 

Glance over at Jeff as he casts a line and I can’t fault the guys for not recognizing him.  If I’d just walked up I don’t think I would’ve either.  Bundled up in one of my old coats, hat pulled low on his head and a beer in his hand you’d never know he was the GQ reigning champion of NASCAR.  I have to admit, I had no clue he actually knew how to fish…not that it takes much talent to stand on the shore and drink beer no matter what Truex says.  Honestly when we got here I started to have second thoughts on dragging him out.  I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable and since he hardly said a damn thing on the short drive out I was afraid I’d fucked up good.  But then Snooter started being Snooter once he recognized him and he seemed to put Jeff at ease.  At least I hope he did.  Sometimes I still have a hard time reading Jeff.

But it’s been fun, even if a little cold.  At least it has been for me.  Jeff was quiet at first, and I forgot to bring anything but beer for him but he didn’t complain.  He just cracked open a Bud with the rest of us and took a pole when they were handed out.  For once I wasn’t even sure what to say, but as he always does Josh filled in the silences with his own brand of humor that had the three of us laughing most of the day. 

Take a long drink of my beer before reeling in the line again and cast a glance to my left over at Martin.  He’s hardly said a word all day and I’m really not sure what his damn issue is.  I thought we settled this but apparently not.  I’m still irritated at him trying to make Jeff an outsider during the party.  I know he wasn’t the only one, but I think Jeff’s made it more than clear he’s not hanging around just to screw with us.  Shit, I think he’s made it more than clear today fishin’ with us even though it’s too damn cold.  I don’t know what Martin’s issue is with Jeff but he needs to get the fuck over it.

“Man, it’s a damn good thing we ain’t need to catch our dinner or we’d all be goin’ hungry tonight.”

Grin when I hear the familiar lisp and look to the right past Jeff to see Snooter picking at the grass next to the cooler.  He’s sprawled on the ground, one arm on the cooler and the other reaching for the beer between his legs.  He gave up on pretending to fish awhile ago and has become the official guardian of the beer.  Some things never change.

“Somehow I don’t think missing one dinner is going to hurt you too much, Josh.”

Look over to Jeff at his words and burst out laughing, especially when I see the “stunned” look on Snooter’s face.  They’ve been doing this all day but it’s obvious Josh didn’t expect him to say that.  I admit I was a little surprised at how well they’ve gotten along, kinda thought Snooter might be a little too out there for him.  But ever since the fight on New Year’s, Josh has gone out of his way to make nice, especially when Martin’s being a dick.  Earlier when Martin made a crack about wondering if Jeff even knew how to bait a hook Josh was the first to jump in and say a five time champion shouldn’t have to do nothin’ but tell the fish to jump out of the pond and kiss his feet.  It didn’t make much sense but the message was clear.  He wasn’t gonna take Martin’s shit anymore than I was.

“That’s hurtful, Gordo.  Just hurtful,” Josh replies with a mock pout on his face.  “Just for that I might have to run out of any beer over here with your name on it.”  Chuckle when he cracks open the cooler just enough to take a peek and then nods, “Yup, don’t see any Gordo’s in there.  ‘Fraid you just might be shit out of luck.”

Jeff’s laughter makes me smile even more because I was afraid he wasn’t gonna have a good time.  But I know that laugh.  That’s not the false media persona chuckle I’ve heard him use a million times at the track.  That’s the real one I’ve heard countless times over the past month that always makes me smile.  That’s Jeff being really happy and I never dreamed I’d hear it cause of bantering with Snooter.  But I’ve found there’s a lot of things I never knew about Jeff.  What’s one more?

“Well damn.  Where could I possibly go to find some more beer around here?  I can’t imagine who might have some.”  Chuckle as he looks around before locking his eyes on me and smiling slowly.  “What about you, Dale?  Think you might have something that could help me out?”  Feel heat slowly spread through my body as his smoldering blue eyes meet mine and I return his sultry grin with one of my own.  “I bet you have plenty of beer you wouldn’t mind sh--”

“That’s it.  I’ve had enough.”

The sharply spoken words snap me out of the spell Jeff was weaving with his eyes and I look over my shoulder to see Martin gathering up his poles and empty beer bottles.  He catches my eye briefly and I have no doubt he’s not just talking about the fishing.  Narrow my eyes slightly, daring him to say something else but he doesn’t, at least not to me.

“You ready, Josh?”  Glance over to see Josh look up a little confused and I realize he wasn’t even paying attention.  Smile slightly as he’s obviously tring to catch up until I hear Martin’s next words.  “I think you’re right.  There’s nothing good to be caught today.”  Flinch slightly and I know I shouldn’t be so hyper sensitive.  He could be talking about the fishing.  But I know he’s not.  And I don’t know what pisses me off more, that he drug us all the way out here to try and leave Jeff out or how he’s treated him since we’ve been here.  Oh he hasn’t been as blatant as he was New Years.  Our little chat took care of that.  But there’s still a fucking lot you can say without saying a damn word.

“Yeah, sure.  I drank all of Gordo’s beer anyway.”  Chuckle when I see Josh wink at Jeff and then thank him when Jeff comes over to help him up.  He staggers slightly against Jeff and then tells him something I can’t hear that has Jeff chuckling again and I really couldn’t be happier.  I know Martin’s still irritated with the whole thing.  Apparently he doesn’t “trust” Jeff and I still don’t have a clue why.  I think he’s just jealous but he’ll get over it.  With Snooter practically adopting him already it won’t be long until the rest of the posse follows suit.  Martin’ll come around.  I just wish he’d hurry it up because right now he’s irritating the hell out of me.

“Next time, we have a fire,” Josh slurs and waves a finger admonishing me for not being prepared.  Open my mouth to answer his drunk ass but Jeff beats me to it when he asks how we’re supposed to catch fish with fire.  Watch as Josh spins around and start laughing when he takes it upon himself to school Jeff as to the real reason we’re out here.  “Gordo, Gordo, when are you gonna get it?  It’s not about the fish.  It’s about the beeeer.”

Look over to Jeff as he nods and grins at Josh, acting as if he just imparted the secret to a winning car at Dega.  “Alright, alright, I’ll remember for next time.”  Meet Jeff’s eyes with my own as he looks over Josh’s shoulder and I don’t know when I’ve seen him look this…happy?  Relaxed?  I figured he’d hate coming out here and freezing with the guys but if anything it seems to be the opposite.  ‘Course I don’t see how anyone could hang out with a drunk Snooter and not enjoy themselves.  I had a feeling he’d do this for me, or for the promise I made him earlier, but as I look into his eyes I’m starting to think maybe he’s not just catering to me and my friends….

“C’mon Josh, I’ll drive you home,” Martin tells him as he leads him over to his truck pausing only to shoot me a glance.  “I’ll catch up with you later, June,” he tells me and could there be a hint of an apology in his eyes, or am I just seeing what I want to see?  Watch him nod to Jeff and mumble his name before leading Josh to his truck without another word.  He packs up the cooler that was holding Josh up most of the day and after another moment it’s just me and Jeff again.

Smile over at him when he comes my direction and lean into his touch as he slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.  I dunno how it got so easy with him so fast but I wouldn’t change a thing.  Shiver slightly when his deep blue eyes look me over and I know what he’s going to say even before the words leave his lips.  “So, about that ‘howling’ I was supposed to be doing….”

Laugh and hug him a little tighter before nodding and glancing to my pickup behind us.  “Yeah, I guess we need to head up to the house seeing as the boys took the beer.”  Lock eyes with him and wet my lips as I return his heated gaze.  “It’s a shame really, I kinda like it out here.”

See his grin widen and is that a flash of mischief in his eyes?  Tilt my head curiously when he shakes his head and starts to lead me to the bed of the truck.  “Actually, my new buddy assured me he wasn’t leaving us ‘high and dry.’”  Look at him in confusion until we reach the back of the truck and he pulls out a few bottles of beer.  “Apparently these are the missing ‘Gordo’ beers.”

Burst out laughing when I realize this must be what Josh was telling him earlier and shake my head.  Leave it to Snooter to make a game of hiding beers.  Take one from Jeff and twist it open, tossing the cap in the bed as I look him over again.  I wasn’t kidding with him earlier, “redneck” really does look good on him.  The scruff on his face with hints of grey, the faded sweatshirt and old hat, it works on him better than I ever imagined.  The beer in his hand only completes the picture and I’m not ready to head back to the house.  I really want to keep this illusion I’ve got going a little longer.

“You ready to head back?”  I ask as I take a long drink from my bottle.  “Cause if you’re not…I think I got some blankets in the back of the truck.”  Motion to the back of the bed, “We could finish these up first.  Hang out a bit longer…if you want.”  Look to meet his eyes and find they’re already boring into me and in an instant I feel like he’s already got me stripped bare.  Shit, how is it he doesn’t even have to touch me to get me all worked up.  One look from those smoldering blue eyes and I’m gone.

“We could hang around awhile,” he tells me as he grins and runs his hand up my arm.  Wet my lips when he takes a step closer and suck in a breath when he pulls me against him.  “Show me a good time, Dale.  Show me what you really like to do.”  Tilt my head when he leans forward and brushes his lips across mine and tug him closer, loving the feel of his hard body against mine.  I know we’re both half drunk and I know it’s getting colder as the sun sets, but I don’t care.  Alcohol is a good antifreeze and I plan on taking advantage of it.

“C’mon,” I tell him with a voice so husky it actually surprises me.  Reach out and put my tailgate down as I kiss him again.  Pull him tighter against me with my arm around his waist and then breathe against his ear, “I’ll get the blankets.  You get comfortable.”  Pull back enough to give him a grin.  “I’m lookin’ forward to making you howl.”

Shiver at the sultry grin he shoots me and it’s all I can do to pull away.  I swear the man could melt ice with his eyes alone and I can already feel my heart pounding in response to his fiery gaze.  Watch as he wets his lips and I force myself to take a step back.  I know we could play hard and fast right now but for some reason I’m wanting more tonight.  I’ve shared my bed, my house, even my friends with him.  Now I want to share something that means the world to me.  I just hope he gets it.

“I’ll be waiting,” he tells me as he turns for the bed of the truck and gathers the bottles Josh’s stashed there for us.  Cool as it is tonight I have no doubt they’ll stay cold.  Hurry to the cab of the truck and pull out some blankets from behind the seats.  There’ve been a lot of times in the last few years I felt like I needed to get away and the house just wasn’t enough.  I needed to…reconnect.  So I drove over every inch of my land, exploring every nook and cranny, in my truck, on four wheelers or on foot.  This pond was always one of my favorite spots and I’ve spent plenty of nights staring out over it as the sun set drinking beer.  It’s a special place…but it’s not the right one.

Shove the blankets back behind the seat and lean back to call back at him.  “Hey, Jeff.  Mind grabbing those beers and putting them in the cab?  I’d actually…like to show you someplace else.”  Bite the inside of my cheek for a moment when he looks back surprised and I hope he doesn’t mind.  I hope I ain’t pushing things.  He has been out here all day and it is pretty cold….

“Sure.  Give me a second.  I’ll get some of these empties too.”

I should’ve known he’d be cool.  He’s gotten so much about me it still surprises me.  But it shouldn’t, not when he understood about the camo hat.  Warmth floods through me and not of the kinky kind when I look back and see him picking up some bottles the other guys forgot.  I wonder if he knows how much it means to me he really understands.  Finger the heavy gold on my wrist and smile softly.  He has to.  Just like he had to know how much it would mean for me to have something…”marking” me from him.  Some of the guys are still surprised I wear the large bracelet cause I’ve never worn any jewelry at all, not even my Busch Champion rings.  But this is different.  This is personal, and no one’s ever given me something like this before.  This is all him and I already feel half naked taking it off.

Head over to gather up our poles from before and carry them to the truck along with the box of lures.  Get everything stowed in the back and then join Jeff in the cab ducking my head slightly when he looks at me curiously.  “I’ve got some place else I wanna show you….”

“And I want to see it,” he tells me with a smile, putting me at ease when he reaches over to squeeze my hand.  I was right to want to show him.  Return his smile with one of my own, start up the truck and head up a little used trail only Josh has seen as far as I know.  It’s probably easier to get up here with the four wheelers but I always did like to take ol’ Red.  It’s a tight squeeze through a few of the trees but after a few more minutes we end up in a small clearing overlooking the pond and the rest of the property.  The spot itself is secluded with enough trees that when you’re here no one else can really see you, but at the same time you get a good view of everything.  Back the truck into my favorite spot and just sit for a minute with my hands on the wheel.

“If you’d rather we go somewhere else….”

Look over at his words and I’m surprised to see amazingly compassionate blue eyes.  I figured he’d be impatient by now, be ready to pounce me as soon as I cut the engine.  But somehow he knows.  Somehow he can tell how special this place is to me. 

Shake my head and open my door before answering him, “Nah, I’m good.  Mind grabbing the beers?”  Reach behind the seats for the blankets I put away before and slide out of the truck once he’s gotten the beers and done the same.  Carry the blankets to the back of the truck and spread them over the bed once I take out the fishing equipment.  I’ve got enough blankets to lay on and to wrap up in so we should be comfortable.  I normally keep enough for that because I never know when I’m gonna need to get away.  Crawl up in the bed once I have everything situated and lean back against the cab just in time to watch the sun start to set.

Jeff crawls up beside me and sets the beers to his left before handing me one and settling in beside me.  Hear him open his and I expect him to say something, to ask why I drug him all the way out here, but he doesn’t.  He doesn’t say a word and for the moment I’m glad because I can’t explain myself yet.  Not when all I want to do is watch the deep crimsons and oranges spread across the sky, lighting up the trees and the pond below with an ethereal glow I’d never be able to describe to anyone.  This is why I have this land.  This is why so many times all I wanna do is come home.  I wanna come home to this.  I wanna be home.

It’s coming out here I really feel closest to Daddy.  Most people would probably think it’d be Daytona that would affect me this way but it’s not.  Racin’ is racin’ and it holds its own place in my life and my heart but this is something more.  This is mine, just like Daddy’s farm was his and I think I finally understand why he’d get up so damn early to go run the tractor or feed the animals.  He was looking for this and now that I’ve found it I think I finally understand him a little better than I ever did, even on the track.  I thought I needed racing to know who he really was, but now I’m not so sure.  This feels like Daddy and this is why I rarely take anyone else here.

“I found this spot not long after I bought the land and it’s probably my favorite part of the whole place.”  Continue to stare at the rapidly disappearing sun until all that remains is the brilliant crimson echo it left behind, warming everything with one last gasp before melting away and giving into the night.  Every time I watch a sunset from here I think it’s better than the last, but that’s probably just me being biased.

“I can see why.  Seems like the perfect place to get away and just…be.”  Glance over at his words and see he seems to be as transfixed with the scenery as I am.  But it’s more than that.  I’ve never heard anyone else describe a place as somewhere to “just be” and it really sums it all up.  When I’m here I can just exist, just be me without any expectations or pressures.  Who better to understand all of this than someone who’s had the spotlight in his face for as long as I’ve known him.  It makes me wonder if he has a place like this, if somewhere in Indiana or New York or California he’s got a spot to “just be.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s a lot of it,” I tell him as I shift back against the cab again.  Darkness is spreading quickly and before long we’ll be sitting under a blanket of stars brighter than almost anywhere I’ve known.  The night sky was another big selling point for me because I wanted somewhere far enough from the city that it didn’t invade my night.  It’s not as dark as some of those secluded places Daddy took me huntin’ but it’s close and close is good enough for me.

“Thank you.”

His words seem to come out of nowhere and I look over to try and get a read on what he’s saying.  Meet his eyes which shimmer in the twilight and tilt my head asking soft, “For what?”

“For sharing this with me.”  Gaze into his eyes and there’s so much more I want to share with him.  I want to tell him how being here brings me close to Daddy, how nice it is to have a place that really feels like home and how much it means for him to care enough to understand, but I can’t even form the words.  I’ve never been able to.  But I can make him know with the one way I know how.  I can act.

Lean closer to him and gently brush my mouth over his, my breath mingling with his as he softly exhales.  Press a little closer, dragging my lips over his again before parting them a little more to suck lightly at his lower lip.  Kiss him softly again and then shiver when I feel his tongue brush against mine, tender and caressing and not at all demanding.  Scoot a little closer to him as he moves towards me and his firm lips move over mine, deepening the kiss but not pushing, an ebb and flow of sweet perfection where there is no winner or loser.  There’s just…us.

Press even closer to him and deepen the kiss as the night falls around us but I don’t see any of it.  I just see him.  Break the kiss only when we need to breathe and kiss down his neck, lightly rubbing my cheek against the scruff on his chin.  I don’t know why he knows me so well and I still don’t really know why he’s here.  But he is, and when I feel his cold hands slip under my sweat shirt, possessively running over my heated skin, I know he wants me as much as I want him.

Suck in a breath and kiss him again when I feel his thumbs brushing across my nipples and slowly ease him back onto the blankets, kissing him the whole time.  I feel the alcohol and wild heat he brings out in me running through my veins and the cool air around us can’t touch me.  I want him.  I want him here in my most special place I’ve never willingly shared with anyone.  Josh found me here once and I couldn’t even talk to him until we rode back down to the pond.  Sharing this place is like sharing a piece of me and somehow I think he knows it.  That’s why I can’t hold back.

Push up his borrowed shirts so I can run my hands over his flat stomach and then unfasten his jeans.  Unzip them so I can get my hands inside and push them over his hips.  He raises up under me as I kiss down his neck again and I feel him tremble under my touch.  I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone so receptive to my touch and that fact only turns me on more.  Slide my hand to brush over his hard cock and give him a squeeze that draws the sexiest moan from him.  Twilight blue eyes lock with mine and I’m transfixed until I hear his husky voice.

“Want you, Dale.  Wanna share this with you.”

He knows.  Oh fuck does he know.  Lunge forward to kiss him deeper and shove his jeans down, needing to feel his skin against mine as soon as I can.  Reach down to pull a blanket over us and gasp when I feel him press a tube into my hand from I don’t know where.  Look to his eyes once more and realize he knows, he knows I need to have him here and not the other way around.  Shit, how does he read my damn mind?  Shoot him a grin when I remember my promise from earlier and slide down his body and under the blanket.  I did promise to make him howl.  Time to make good.

Slide my hands over his hips as I nestle between his legs and run my tongue over his hot, velvety skin.  Swirl my tongue over the tip to get a taste and he’s already bucking under my touch.  Don’t worry Jeff.  I’ll take good care of you.  Suck him into my mouth in a move that’s become as easy to me as breathing and slide my tongue hard against the rigid flesh.   Pull back slowly, sucking hard the whole time before taking him deeper into my mouth before I start a slow, steady rhythm that has him writhing under me in no time.

“Goddddddddddd, Dale, God…” he moans low and the huskiness in his voice sends shivers down my spine.  Turn my eyes up, catching sight of him from under the tented covers and the only way to describe him is hot, fucking perfection.  Eyes stare up at the dark sky, lips parted as he pants and I bob my head faster, wanting to see him come undone.  Feel the tide rising and I slide my hand up as his searches for mine.  Lace our fingers together and give his hand a squeeze when I taste he’s close.  Then he turns his eyes down to look at me and I tremble as I watch him come undone.

Deep blue eyes dilate and then go wide when it hits him and I squeeze his hand tighter when his release hits my tongue.  It’s still new but I expect it this time and swallow around him, holding his gaze even as I feel him shudder underneath me.  Never in my life did I think I’d get off on this, on sucking off another guy, but with Jeff…shit.  I think I’d do just about anything to get him to look at me like that. 

He tugs on my hand and I hesitate long enough to give him a lingering lick before sliding up his body, his cry still echoing in my ears and I kiss him hard.  Grind down against him, unable to hold myself back and he wraps his arms tight around me, crushing me against his chest.  Run my hands up and down his sides and I’m burning up, smoldering on the inside.  I need him.  Shit, I need him so damn much.  Reach to the side and search blindly for the tube he gave me earlier and make a soft noise of success when my fingers finally catch hold of it.  Wrap my hand around the tube and kiss him deeper before pulling back to stare into his bottomless eyes.

“Want you, Jeff.  Here.  Want you here,” I pant in a breathless voice and I can feel him shift under me as he shimmies out of his jeans.

“Yes.  Want you too” he breathes against my lips, kissing me again and tugging at the waist band of my jeans.  Gasp into the kiss when he finally unzips the too tight denim and I help him push them past my hips.  He spreads his legs underneath me and I finally get the lube open, squeezing some onto my hand before tossing it aside.   Reach down to coat my achingly hard cock and then move my hand between his legs to rim him with two fingers.  I know we’re both ready but part of me still wants to draw this out a little so I slowly work two fingers inside his tight ass and grin when he gasps at me.  He’s taught me well and I know exactly how to push all his buttons.  Scissor and curl my fingers deep inside him until his hands are grasping at my shoulders and a low groan slips from his lips.

“That’s right, Jeff.  Let me hear it.  Ain’t no one but you an’ me here.  Let me hear you howl,” I tell him with a grin and then lean down to claim his lips again.  Continue to torment him with my fingers until I’m pressing against his prostate and he’s squirming under me again.  That’s it.  Want me as much as I want you.  Let the storm build up again and swallow me whole.  He whimpers loudly into the kiss and I suck at his tongue before pulling back to meet a barely contained fury that has me gasping for breath.  How the fuck can anyone’s eyes be so damn intense?  Shiver hard as he gazes up at me and slowly pull my fingers away, never once breaking eye contact.

He shifts under me, raising his thighs and before I know it I’m sliding inside his amazingly tight ass.  Each time is every bit as good as the first and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.  Everything about him feels so right and I don’t even question it anymore.  Sometimes things just happen and the best thing you can do is grab on and never let go.

Start a slow and steady rhythm as we lace our hands together and now I’m the one that can’t catch my breath.  Stare down at him as need coils through me, winding its way through my insides until a slow and easy pace is impossible.  My mind wants one thing but my body takes control and before I know it I’m thrusting into him faster, harder until we’re both whimpering with need.  Release one of his hands and run it along the side of his neck before sliding it down his body to take his hard length in my hand.  The covers have fallen away as I stroke him but I still feel nothing but him and his hot body pushing up to meet mine.

Squeeze him tighter in my hand as I run my fist over him and he bucks against me telling me without words that he’s close.  We’re both close, but I can’t let this end yet.  I still need to hear him scream.  Rake my nails down his tender skin sharply before stroking him hard and fast, my thrusts matching the pace and that’s when I see it.  His nails dig into the back of my other hand and I watch his lips part an instant before the scream follows and I feel him spasming under my touch.  Strong muscles clench and release around me and I’m just as gone as he is.

Scream out as I spill myself inside him and it’s not even words, just a guttural release that mingles with his cry in the night.  Jerk my hips forward a few more times and then collapse on top of him, burying my face in his neck as aftershocks run rampant through me causing me to tremble in the strong arms holding me tight.  No one’s made me feel this safe, this right in so long and I still don’t completely understand it.  He makes me right.

Nuzzle against his neck, breathing in the scent of our sweat until I shiver again, but this time not in desire.  A chill runs through me and it takes me a moment to remember it’s January in Mooresville, not exactly the best time of the year for this.  Feel the blankets being pulled up around me and I shift to move off him to curl up at his side.  Press close against him and he wraps an arm around me to hold me tight.  Rest my head against his shoulder and let out a contented sign when the soft rumble of his voice keeps me from closing my eyes.

“The stars are amazing here.”  Raise my head slightly and blink to focus on him and see he’s gazing up at the dark night sky, illuminated by only the stars.  The moon is dark tonight and the starlight casts a soft glow over everything making my favorite hiding place a surreal feeling getaway.  It almost seems like none of this is real, but the weight of his arm, the heat of his body against mine, and the tingling afterglow clinging to my skin lets me know this is no dream.  This is the sweetest perfection and more than I dared dream I’d find with anyone.  I just hope somehow he understands the words I don’t know how to say.

“They are,” I tell him softly but it’s not the stars I’m watching tonight.  Somewhere along the way his hat’s slipped off and I reach up to thread my fingers through his hair the way he’s done to me so many times.  He turns to look at me and I give him a warm smile.  “It’s getting long.  Before long you’re gonna be as bad as me.”

Soft chuckle and he grins back at me before reaching up to twist one of my curls around one of his fingers.  “You think I should get it cut?  It is longer than I usually let it go.”

“Naaaah.”  Shake my head as I toy with his hair again.  “I think it suits you.”  At least the version of you I’ve gotten to know the last month I think and I settle against him again when he pulls me closer again.

“Alright, I’ll make a deal with you.  You keep the red curls and I’ll let mine get a little longer.  Fair enough?”  Chuckle soft at his words and nod before kissing his neck.

“Deal.”  Who knew Jeff of all people would like my hair so long?  I really don’t know why I haven’t cut it.  Last season I wanted to see how it would look a little longer.  I planned on cutting it before Daytona, but if he likes it…I’m more than happy to keep it long.  There’s a lot of things I’d do for him and I bet he doesn’t even know it.  Reach down to lace our fingers together and give his hand a squeeze.  But I’ve got time to show him.  Hell, ain’t no reason we don’t have all the time in the world.

~~Fin~~

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