Yule Tempest

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Summary: Christmas will never be the same.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Storm Series
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Jeff Gordon, Dale Jr POV
CATEGORY: Romance
COMPLETED: December 23, 2007
WORD COUNT: 5,100
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 for for Mick or “micksangel” for Christmas. You know I always worry about getting these two right. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Thank you for getting me to go play with these two again. Merry Christmas hun.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was done my request for Christmas 2007. The premise? Some delicious Christmas smut with Jeff and Dale.
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Thanks to Zippit for the awesome beta on this.
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 the day after Christmas Storm on Christmas night.
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Mooresville, NC: December 25th, 2004

I don’t know what he said to her, but whatever it was it must’ve been good.  I honestly thought my sister was going to kill him yesterday when she caught us screwing around on her porch.  I’ve seen that look on her face many times but this is the first time I’ve seen someone change her mind.  When she sent me in the house I knew exactly what she was going to do.  She was going gonna tear him to shreds until he wouldn’t even be able to look at me.  She was going gonna scare him off like she has so many gold-digging girlfriends I’ve brought by over the years.

And for the first time…I almost stopped her.

But we have this deal, Kelley and me.  I bring them home and she finds out why they’re with me.  No girl’s been able to stand up to her yet and in my eyes, that means none of them have been worth my time.  If they couldn’t meet Kelley’s eyes and fight for me, then what’s the point?  I just never thought she’d do it to Jeff…without even warning me.  To be honest, I don’t think I thought he was in the same…category as them.  I mean, I guess you could call what we’re doing dating, but I didn’t expect her to go after him…and I sure as hell didn’t expect them to come back inside teasing each other with her wearing his jacket.  I think that man could charm the devil himself.  He sure as hell did me and the rest of the Earnhardts in the past two days. 

Smile and pour a carton of apple cider into a pan on the stove and turn on the burner.  Then I move to the cabinet and pull out the rest of the supplies I’ll need to make my favorite Christmas treat.  He’s upstairs cleaning up so I’m gonna to show him one more Earnhardt tradition before we finally…exchange gifts.  I’m still nervous as hell about that and I’m hoping that some spiced cider will calm me down.  I’m just not used to entertaining someone like him on Christmas.  Honestly, I usually spend Christmas night alone because it’s too special to share with some random date.

…so just when did Jeff become so special?

Shake my head and pull cloves, allspice, and cinnamon sticks from the cabinet, all bought especially for Christmas.  Look over the ingredients and wonder when I decided to go full on tradition.  Last year I made do with powdered apple cider and a cinnamon tea bag I got from Kelley.  I can’t even remember the last time I bothered to do this all from scratch…or as scratch as I’ve ever done it.  But this year, it just felt right.  A lot of things feel more right now.

Turn my attention back to the stove and sprinkle some whole cloves and allspice into the cider before reaching for the small jar of cinnamon sticks.  Pull out about half a dozen, then break them up and drop them into the pan.  Grab a wooden spoon and stir the mixture as I wait for it to boil and think back on one of the best Christmases I’ve had in a long time.

I know Jeff was nervous about going to see the rest of the Earnhardt clan today, even if he didn’t say it.  I’m so used to seeing him so confident I almost didn’t realize it at first.  But Kelley did, and whatever they said to each other on Christmas Eve had her at his side today making sure he was completely accepted. 

It was the grateful look he shot her and the way the tension slid from his shoulders that finally let me see how wound up he must have been.  But whatever he did yesterday he did well because to fit in with us you have to get the women on your side.  He had Kelley and before the day was over he had Momma and Grandma too.  I think Kelley had a part in that though.  Either way I hope he realizes that like it or not he’s family now.

Smile as the cider starts to boil and I adjust it so it continues to just simmer before turning to the fridge to pull out a couple of oranges.  Take them over to the counter and peel them as I remember how relaxed he seemed to be right before we came back home.  He was on the couch, glass of ice tea in his hand and Karsyn, “The Princess,” curled up in his lap.  She was still wearing the tiara and holding her new doll tight and somehow the whole image got to me.  He just looked so right with a little girl in his lap and until that moment I’d never really imagined him with kids.  Family just…suits him, and I wonder if he even realizes.

Finish peeling the oranges and section them out on a plate when the sweet smells start to have an effect on me and before I know it I’m humming Christmas carols to myself.  I get so absorbed finishing everything up that I don’t even realize he’s joined me in the kitchen until I feel his arms sliding around my waist.  Stop humming and smile slowly as I feel him kiss my neck and lean back into his arms.  Damn, how does he put me so at ease?

“You don’t have to stop, Dale,” he purrs right against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.  “I like the sound of your voice.”  Feel him kiss my throat and I swear he could have me right on the kitchen floor.  Tilt my head back against his shoulder as his warm hands slip under my shirt and over my stomach and I swear he’s reducing me to a big puddle of need already.  My lips part in desire as I feel his breath at my neck, tongue teasing my skin between words, “So, what are the oranges for?”

Oranges?  Wha--oh.  Oranges!  Shake my head slightly to try and clear it and cover his hands with my own, reluctantly trying to pull them away but he’s having none of it.  “Jeff, if you don’t stop now the cider’s gonna boil away an’ there’s not gonna be a point for the oranges.”

Hear his low chuckle at my ear and he hugs me tighter before slowly unwinding his arms from around me.  “Alright, alright.  Show me this Christmas night tradition of yours because I want to unwrap my present,” he purrs as he slides his hand over my ass.

Present.  Shit, why did he have to go there?  I’m so afraid he’s gonna think what I got him is stupid, but I just wanted to give him something meaningful.  Take a breath and push back my anxiety and give him a smile over my shoulder.  “Patience, Gordon.  Good things come to those who wait.  Isn’t that what they say?”  Wink at him as I pull two mugs down from the counter and a ladle from the drawer.  Turn off the burner and then scoop cider into each mug, making sure not to get any of the spices.

“I don’t know who ‘they’ are but for you I think I can find a little patience.”  Shake my head and pull out two whole cinnamon sticks then drop one into each mug before turning to face him.  Hold one out to him and grin at the pleased look on his face as he wraps both hands around it. 

Watch as he raises it to his lips and blows on it first before taking a small sip and his entire face lights up.  Hasn’t he ever had Christmas cider before?  From the look on his face I have to wonder.  “Dale,” he tells me as his eyes turn up to meet mine.  “This is amazing.  You made this?”

Chuckle at him and grin as I take a sip of my own and he’s right, it’s not too bad.  “I just mixed it up is all.  Nothing special,” I reply and pick up the plate of oranges.  “You wanna head into the living room?  It’s a little more comfortable in there.”

“You’re wrong,” he tells me and continues to hold my gaze with those swirling, deep blue eyes.  “This is special.”  My breath catches as he stares into my eyes another long moment and then finally I can breathe again as he turns for the living room.  I swear, does he even realize the power he has over me?

Once again shake it off for now, pick up the plate of oranges and follow him into the living room to join him on the couch.  Set the plate of oranges between us and smile as he eyes it curiously.  Does he have no Christmas traditions of his own? 

Not once in the past two days has he asked to do anything.  I know he called his parents and sister earlier today but…he didn’t say a thing about going to see them.  Would he if he hadn’t been with me?  Or would he be in his condo or New York or somewhere else, letting the day slip by as it if were any other?

Shake my head and reach for an orange slice and dip it in my cider, swirling it around before bringing it to my lips and sucking on it before eating the juicy fruit.  Close my eyes and savor the flavor that to me is pure Christmas.  Lick the sweet juice from my lips and then slowly open my eyes to find Jeff’s are locked on me and the look in them sends heat straight to my groin.  Try to keep my voice steady and I know I’m not completely successful, “Y-you should try it.  The orange goes perfect with the apple cider.”

“Oh, I’m sure it does,” he replies in that smooth, sultry voice of his and I watch transfixed as he copies my actions and, damn, I never realized watching someone eat could be such a turn on.  Take a long sip of my cider and watch as he slides the fruit past his lips, sucking at it softly then licking his lips once he’s done.  I could take care of that for him.  Hell, I could take care of more than his lips.  Watch the column of his throat as he swallows down some cider and shiver as he beacons me closer.  “C’mere Dale.”

Lean forward as he reaches for another orange slice and dips into my cup this time.  But then instead of bringing the fruit to his lips he brings it to mine and uses it to trace the outline of my lips before slowly feeding it to me.  I swear oranges on Christmas never tasted so sweet.  The flavor just seems to explode on my tongue and I suck lightly at his finger tips before letting him pull away.  Take a shaky breath and before I can think about returning the favor he’s got another slice and this time trails it over my neck and along my jaw before leaning forward to lick all traces of juice and cider from my skin before he eats the fruit himself.

“Jeeeeeff,” I whisper hoarsely, but before I can stay another word he silences me with a kiss and the taste is overwhelming.  It’s him and oranges, cider and Christmas rolled all into one and I know in this instant he’s ruined me forever.  I’ll never taste this again that I don’t taste him.  I wonder if he has any idea?  Slide my tongue against his and all too soon he’s pulling back and staring deep into my eyes.

“I think I’ve found my favorite tradition,” he purrs at me and it’s all I can do to keep from lunging at him.  But he’s already pulling back and I need to find a way to catch my breath and slow my pounding heart.  We have the rest of the night and I can tell he wants to enjoy it as much as I do.  Lean back against the corner of the couch and take a long drink of my cider before I can think about replying.

“I’m glad you approve.”  Get lost in his twilight eyes and before I know it I’m telling him everything I wanted to keep to myself.  “Oranges will never be the same again.”  Duck my head slightly and reach for another, inwardly cursing myself for telling him more than he probably wants to hear.  But that smile I glimpsed on his face…if that’s my reward maybe I shouldn’t bite my tongue.  Eat another slice and slowly relax with him and for the first time it feels like neither one of us needs to say a word.  Everything is just so…comfortable.

Sip my cider and end up letting him alternately eat and feed me oranges until they are all gone and we’re snuggled against each other on the couch.  I swear between the sweet fruit, the warm cider, and his arms around me I feel like I’m in some kind of heaven.  Rest my head on his shoulder and relax until I feel his lips against my cheek.  Blink my eyes open as I hear his soft words, “So, are you ready for your Christmas present yet?”

Slowly raise my head and my mind spins for a moment as I think about all the gifts from last night and I bite the inside of my cheek.  Glance to Jeff and melt a little at the look in his eyes and finally reply to him softly, “If you don’t mind…I’d like to give you mine first.  If that’s ok,” I add quickly, not meeting his eyes.  I know I shouldn’t worry so much because Christmas is about more than gifts but still…I just don’t want him to think mine is stupid.

“That’s fine with me, Dale,” he tells me just as soft and I reach for his hand to keep from fidgeting.  Lace our fingers together and give his hand a squeeze before tugging on it lightly.

“C’mon then.  I…yours is in the computer room.”  Move to my feet without letting go of his hand and then lead him into the next room decked out for all my computer gaming and virtual racing.  I haven’t really been in this room much since he’s been here—I haven’t had much of a chance—so I figured it’d be the best place to hide his present. 

Release his hand only when I have to crawl under one of the computers desks to retrieve his package and then nervously hand him the inexpertly wrapped box covered in snowmen and candy canes.  I really should have let Kelley wrap this.  At least then the wrapping wouldn’t look so stupid.

Bit my lip as he shoots me a smile and then unwraps the box.  Shift on my feet because I’m still not sure this is a good idea, but when I went looking for something for him I couldn’t find a single thing that he couldn’t get for himself.  What do you get for someone who has everything?  That’s how it felt.  So…I opted for sentimentality.  I just hope he understands….

Watch helplessly as he finally opens the old shoe box and sets it aside as he pulls out the old faded hat.  See his hands trace the contours of the well worn camouflage #8 hat and suddenly I’m babbling, trying to explain.  “It’s…it’s…I mean…Daddy got me that, the year before he…”  Swallow hard, I’m doing this all wrong.  “I wore that when we went huntin’…and after.  But…it just means something to me and I…I wanted you to…”  Words trail off as he starts to shake his head. 

“Dale…I can’t.  You shouldn’t…”

Oh hell, he hates it.  Bite my lip harder as he runs his hands over the hat, tracing the bill and…are his hands trembling?  Is he mad?  Weirded out?  He won’t look at me and I can’t read him at all.  Try to reach out for it but I don’t know if I should.  “‘m sorry,” I tell him softly and once again words are tumbling out.  How does he do this to me?  “Just wanted you to have something special…somethin’ that meant something…stupid I guess…”  Drop my head and reach out for it again but he stops me with his hands over mine.

“Dale, wait.  No.  Look at me please.” 

The desperate tone of his voice leaves me no choice and I slowly raise my head, feeling so stupid and vulnerable all at the same time.  But then everything seems to come to a crashing halt when I see the look in his eyes.

Sad and sweet and sparkling with…tears?  “Dale, it’s not stupid.  Not at all.”  Hear his voice tremble and look at him in confusion.  What is he saying?  Could he understand?  “I just…I know how much this must mean to you and…I don’t think…”  Stand transfixed as he bites his lip before continuing.  “Are you sure you want to give this up…to me?” he adds in a tiny voice and I finally understand what he’s saying.

He does understand…and he doesn’t think he’s worthy of it. 

Press the hat back into his hands and take a step closer to him.  Brush my lips softly against his and close my eyes as our foreheads touch.  “I want you to have it Jeff…if anything because you understand.”  Take a slow breath and feel it hitch in my chest.  “I want you to have something special and I know it’s not your…style but, if you’d wear it…”

Open my eyes as I feel him pull back and they widen even more as I watch him put on the faded old hat.  See him push his hair behind his ears and then run his fingers over the bill, curling it a little more and I have to smile.  It’s not every day you see Jeff Gordon in a worn out hat, much less a camo #8.  But it looks good on him.  Boy does it ever look good on him.  He ducks his head slightly and gives me the sweetest smile and I know he’s unsure as he speaks, “Well?”

And there’s only one way to respond.  Move forward and wrap my arms around him tightly as I kiss him for all I’m worth.  I can feel his surprise that so quickly melts away and in an instant he’s matching the kiss with an intensity all his own.  He knows.  He understands and every time I see him in that hat…I don’t even know.  I just know I can feel the storm building between us and I want nothing more than to beg him to unleash it on me right now.

But he doesn’t.  Not yet.  Instead he breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine again as his holds me still with his hands on my arms.  “Dale…” he whispers soft and breathy against my lips.  “It’s not as perfect as what you’ve given me but…I have something for you too.”

Lick my lips and my body hums with anticipation and curiosity.  I can’t imagine what he’d do for me but I’m still beyond words so I just let him take the lead as he does so easily.  Let him guide me back to sit in my favorite gaming chair and look up at him as he smiles down at me.  “Just wait right here.  I’ll only be a minute.”

Nod to him and slide my palms over my thighs as I watch him hurry out the door and it’s all I can do to stay in my seat.  I want to follow him.  I want to tell him to forget the gift and just take me back to bed to finish what’s been building all night.  I want to be in his arms until the sun comes up and spend all day tomorrow thanking him for tonight.  I just want to be with him.

Look up as he reenters the room and now it seems to be his turn to fidget and it’s a look I don’t know if I’ve ever seen on him.  He’s always so confident but now he can’t seem to keep from turning the long, flat, rectangular box in his hands.  I recognize the shiny silver paper and immaculate wrapping as the same as Kelley and Karsyn’s presents and my curiosity is piqued again.  What could he have possibly gotten me at such a fancy place?

Start to get up but he crosses the room before I can and presses the box into my hands.  Then he takes half a step back and I smile when his nervous tic seems to have him creasing the bill of the hat…just as I have a million times.  Watch him another moment and then force my eyes to the small package in my hand.  Even the wrapping is pretty as I finally tear it away to reveal what I swear looks like a jewelry box.  Did he get me a watch?  I never usually wear one but for him….

Open the box and my eyes go wide as my name in gleaming silver jumps out at me.  Dale Jr is inscribed across the heavy name plate and I’m completely speechless as I trail my fingertips across the cool metal.  No one has ever, ever given me something like this and I still can’t believe it.  It’s so…beautiful.

“If you don’t like it…I mean, I-I know you don’t usually wear jewelry…”

My head snaps up at his soft voice and I struggle to find words.  Reach out to grab his hand when he starts to back away and just tell him bluntly, “It’s perfect.”  Watch as he pauses a moment, almost as if he didn’t hear me, and then there’s that same sweet smile I’m completely falling for again.

“Really?  You like it?” he asks as his whole face lights up.  “It’s engraved on back too…”

And I can’t turn it over fast enough.  A slow grin crosses my face as I see the inscription and I tilt my head as I wonder his meaning.

SB ~ Dec 2004

Smile a little more and take a chance as I look up at him.  “Sleeping Beauty?”

His laughter is music to my ears and he nods back at me, “Yeah, yeah that works too.”  Watch him shift slightly on his feet and I wonder how long I can keep him off balance like this because…it’s kinda cute.  “Although…when I wrote it I was thinking of ‘St. Bart’s.’”

The beach.  The kiss.  How could I ever forget?  Smile at him and pull the bracelet from the case, tossing it aside in my haste to get it on and have a constant reminder of one of the most amazing nights of my life.  I struggle with the clasp and then he’s there, working it easily and I swear I never want to take it off.  Twist my wrist as I get used to the heavy weight of the bracelet and it just seems to shimmer in the light.  It really is perfect.

I get so absorbed watching the heavy silver slide over my wrist the feel of his fingertips caressing the inside of my wrist almost takes me by surprise.  Slowly raise my eyes to his and the smoldering look he’s giving me causes me to gasp as my body warms with desire.  Wet my lips as he closes the distance between us and leans down to drag his tongue across my lower lip and I take in a shuddery breath.  In just an instant he’s completely taken over me again.

Feel his hands slide up the inside of my forearms and I expect him to pull me up, to take me back to the bedroom.  But he doesn’t.  Instead he pushes me back further into the chair and breathes my name in a way that sends shivers down my spine.  I want him.  Oh fuck, I want him so much and I don’t want to wait.  “Jeeeeeeeeeeffffff,” I whine to him softly and I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself sound so desperate.

“It’s okay Dale.  Relax.  I want you too,” he tells me before claiming my lips in a kiss as hot as any we’ve shared.  Groan as I feel his tongue slide over mine, mapping out my mouth as his hands slide my sweat shirt up my chest.  Shiver at the feel of his hands and part of me wonders what exactly he has planned…while the rest of me is content to let him take over.

“Jeff…please…” I moan softly against his lips and watch with hooded eyes as he pulls off his sweater and tosses it aside.  Lick my lips as my eyes run over his body and my hands itch to touch him.  I start to reach out but then he’s taking my wrists and raising my arms over my head as he pulls off my shirt and drops it to the floor.  His strong hands run down my arms and I tremble in desire at the commanding touch and I swear I’ll give him anything and everything.  All he has to do is ask.

Hands run over my chest and I throw my head back as his thumbs brush over my nipples, but then he’s pulling back again.  I start to protest until I see him pull lube from his pocket that he presses into my hand.  Shiiiit, was he carrying that around all day just thinking about this?  I’m glad I didn’t know…I’d have been tempted to have him sooner. 

Watch with desire filled eyes as he slips from his dark jeans and, holy fuck, he’s hard as a rock.  Feel my mouth water at the sight of him, shameless and gorgeous, and wanting…me.  His eyes tell the story, just like they always do, and I can feel the storm building, coming off of him in waves, as he stalks towards me.  Shift in the chair and sit mesmerized as he hypnotizes me with his gaze and his hands that trail over every inch of my body.  Raise my hips as he undoes my jeans and pushes them down to my knees.  I’m completely at his mercy.  He can fuck me on the floor right now and I’d be begging for more.

“Just relax, Dale,” he tells me as he takes the lube and pours it into his hand.  “I’ll take care of everything.”  Then as he runs his hand over my hard, quivering cock my hips jerk up all on their own.  Oh hell, the things he does to me.  His slick hand slides over me and he’s got me throwing my head back, mindless in desire, in only moments.

“Jeeeeeeeeeeeeff, yes.  Oh shit, yes, pleeeease,” I babble and pant, rocking into his touch and I reach out for him, wanting more but not even knowing how to ask.  I want more than just his hand but, like this, he can’t possibly…oh hell.

My eyes go wide when he moves to straddle my waist and he can’t possibly be thinking what I think he is.  But then his hands are at my shoulder and I move mine to his waist to try and help.  Maybe I’m stupid but…I didn’t think we could do this.  Eyes go even wider as he brings one hand down between us to grip my aching cock and…”Holy shit, Jeff, OHMYGOD!”

Tight, oh shit so fucking, fucking tiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.  Body trembles as he slowly sinks down onto me and I swear I feel like I’m going to shake apart.  Deeper, deeper until he’s taken me in all the way and then it’s just him and me and those eyes….  His arms wrap around me as our lips crash together and he rocks in my lap so fucking slow.  Kiss him, give myself over as his hands run through my long hair and it’s all so intense I feel like I’m going to explode already.  Clenching around me, so tight, over and over and I run my hands all over his body, desperately trying to get closer still.  But then he breaks the kiss and completely takes my breath away.

His hand slowly slides down my face, tracing my jaw and then my throat as if he’s memorizing every inch of me all while his stormy eyes look straight into my soul.  Slow, sweet, unlike anything I’ve ever had as he moves over me and time just seems to stand still.  I run my hands over his hard chest and down his body, lower and lower until finally I’m stroking his hard, thick length in my hand, running my thumb over the damp tip until he’s the one gasping my name.  Intense, intimate and it just goes on and on and on….

Feel the storm swirl around us, isolating us from the world until there is nothing but me and him and this connection without words.  I thought it had to be hard and commanding, rough and out of control, but no, no the intensity is still the same…if not more.  Heart pounding, breathing heavy and still we don’t rush, still we just let it come, let it build.  An eternity stretches until suddenly I feel it, feel it burning deep inside and I can’t help but grip him tighter.  “J-j-j-jeeeeeeff.”

“Yes, Daaaale,” he purrs in that sweet velvet voice.  “Give it to me.  Please.  Be…with me…”  And I can’t begin to deny him.

I see it, just before it happens.  That look in his eyes, the almost wonderment on his face, and that connection I feel all the way down in my soul.  Don’t look away, couldn’t even if I wanted to and then there, shit, shit, shit…

Shattered.  Broken and then put back together all in the same instant.  I feel him so tight around me as he spills over my hand, the hoarse cry leaving my lips sounding foreign and almost like someone else.  He pulls me tight as I shake and nearly sob from the intensity and there are no words, no words at all.

Strong hand runs over my hair, holding me close as he rocks me in his arms, and I just cling to him for all I’m worth.  “J-jeeeeeffy,” I whisper against his neck and I can hear the emotion in his voice, so thick it almost makes me weep as he cradles me to his chest.

“Got you.  Got you Dale.  I’ve got you.”

~~Fin~~

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