Writer's Note: Here's a new pairing for ya. Hope it comes off well.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story, just the story itself. Jeff Gordon probably isn't really a bastard as he is in this story, and I'm pretty sure Junior would never leave Kevin. He's his baby. *wink*
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Chapter One: Pumping Iron
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I want him.
That's all there is to it.
His eyes, his attitude and his voice drive me wild. The way he walks with that cocky swagger and the way he talks with his southern-laced drawl sends electric shocks to my groin.
So masculine. So sexy.
So mine.
Or he would be if he wasn't already fucking someone else.
Damn.
Fucking Harvick.
It's not like they keep it secret or anything. He fucking follows him everywhere he goes. If he asked Harvick to jump, that fucker would ask how high, how far and to where.
I fucking hate him because he has what's mine. Or what will be mine. I just need to give it time. He'll see me the way I see him.
I'll have Dale begging to be fucked.
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"Hey, Jeff," he says as he walks over to me. "How's it going?"
"Going all right, Dale," I say, staring at his lips. He has his goatee this week and his reddish-brown wisps of hair surrounded his grin. Dale is the epitome of sexy: fuckable without trying and irresistible when he does.
And all that's wasted on Harvick. Pity. Well, not for long.
"How are you?" I ask him, my arms crossed.
He adjusts his sunglasses and licks his lips. Nice. "I'm good. Tired though. One more sponsors appearance and I think my left hand is gonna turn blue and fall off," he answered with a throaty chuckle.
I smile. "I know that feeling." I hold up my right hand. "Hasn't fallen off yet."
"Well, you've gotten used to signing everything," he says with a grin. "Your hand is stronger."
"I'm sure yours is pretty strong too." I grab his left hand with my right and squeeze. "See?"
He laughs. "It's been getting a workout lately."
Hmm...let's try something here. Trial and error.
"That doesn't look like the only thing you've been working out," I say, as I move my hand up his arm and squeeze his bicep.
"Yeah, I've been trying to build up strength in my arms," he says, looking at my hand on his arm.
He's not objecting. Good. Let's try something else.
I start massaging his arm. "Is it helping?"
He bites his lip.
Don't do that, baby. That's my job.
"It kinda helps," he says as he pulls his arm away.
Shit. I went too fast. Back to square one.
"Maybe I should work out with you sometime. You know, build up my arm strength too."
I see him visibly relax. "That would be cool. Kevin and I can always use a new workout buddy."
Harvick.
Good thing I'm wearing my sunglasses to hide my face. I think my glare would've scared him off.
"You work out with Kevin, huh?" I ask coolly, trying to keep my anger to a minimum.
"Yeah, every Thursday night after first practice. You should come along with us tomorrow."
I can't help but grin. This'll be perfect. I can pull the second step of my plan.
"Sure, I'll tag along. Give me a call, okay?"
He nodded. "I will. Well, I'd better get going. Talk to you later, Jeff." He smiles and walks off. Add a nice ass to the list of things I love about him.
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I haven't been inside a gym in forever. Yuck. I scan the gym in search of my boy. All these sweaty fat men scare me.
I smile wide as I see my diamond in the rough. He's straddling the bench press machine and pushing those weights up with all his strength.
Fuck.
I walk near his machine and I can hear him grunting with the effort; those arms of his flexing with the work. I see him sit up and wipe his face and neck down.
Working hard, baby? Just wait until I get you in the bedroom.
"Here, Junior," I hear Harvick say and my eyes darken.
I see him smile up at him. "Thanks." He kisses him lightly on the cheek and I feel like punching something.
Just relax. Give it time. Just stop this mushy shit.
"Dale, hi!" I greet, interrupting the lovebirds.
He looks over at me and grins. "Hey, Jeff, you made it."
"You know I'm true to my word," I say as I discreetly check him out. His red wife beater is drenched with sweat and his black shorts hang loosely around his hips, revealing his red boxers.
Silk red boxers. Fuck, yeah...
"What did you come to work on, Jeff?" Harvick asks me and it takes all of my power not to shoot a glare in his direction.
"I was noticing Dale's great looking arms earlier today and I wanted mine to look like his." I grin at him and wink and my heart flutters when he smiles back.
"Jeff, they aren't that great," he says while blushing.
How cute is he?
"I think they are." I smile and walk over to him. "How could I not?" I place my hand back on his arm and massage it. "What machines did you use?"
I see his body shiver as I rub. Great.
"Oh, I used this one, which is the bench press and the butterfly machine," he says as he points to a different machine.
I keep rubbing. "Can you help me with them? I'm pretty rusty when it comes to working out." I glance up at Harvick and see a slight glare across his face.
Yeah, you like that, fucker?
He smiles up at me. "Sure, I can help you." He stands up and I run my hand down his arm as he rises.
He shivers again. I love this!
Grabbing his towel, he looks at me. "C'mere...," he says as he leads me to the machine he pointed to before with Harvick quick on his heels. Little bitch.
"The butterfly press works out your shoulders up here," I hear Dale say as he turns and shows me the area it works while flexing the muscles.
I run my hands over the exposed flesh of his back. He shivers again. "You can get me looking like this?"
"I'll try." He turns and smiles at me. My knees nearly buckle.
"Uh, Junior, can I talk to you?" Harvick says, sending me a look. I send one right back.
You're not intimidating me, you asshole.
"Sure," he shrugs, then turns to me. "One second, Jeff." He walks over with his boyfriend and I can see Harvick talking animatedly, Dale having a bored look in his eye.
"Kevin, I'm just helping him workout. What's the big deal?" I hear my boy say.
The asshole sighs. "The big deal is him touching you all the time. You don't notice that?"
"He's trying to work out, man. How the hell else is he supposed to know how his muscles should feel unless he feels mine?"
Harvick sighs and looks down. I grin. Me: one, Harvick: zero.
"Don't worry, okay?" I hear Dale say. "You're the one I love. Nothing will change that."
I smirk. We'll see about that.
"Okay, but just watch him. I trust you." He looks in my direction and tries to lower his voice. "It's him I don't trust."
Fuck you.
Oh, nevermind. I'll be fucking your boyfriend soon enough.
Dale sighs and walks back over to me. "Let's get started on your workout, Jeff."
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All that working out has made me sweaty and my damn arms hurt, but Dale touched me enough to make it worthwhile. I'm glad I decided to bring shower stuff to the gym because there's no way I'm getting in my new car smelling like a boar.
Thinking the shower room was empty, I get ready to strip when I see Dale's stuff hanging on a hook.
Oooh...
I quietly walk through the shower area and listen for the running water of his shower. I spot a closed stall and grin.
This is gonna be fun.
I look around then strip slowly and walk into his area quietly. He's washing his hair and that beautiful, flawless ass is ready to be fucked.
Do I dare?
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Bad Jeffy!! Chapter two soon.