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Entry tags:
Fic: Lazy Monday Mornings, PG
Title: Lazy Monday Mornings
Author: Zippit
Fandom: NASCAR
Prompt: #37 - Devotee - (3.1)
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 634
Disclaimer: Not real; don't know them, don't claim to know them. Only the makings of my imagination.
Author’s Note: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
catw00man for the beta. :)
Summary: Lazy Monday mornings they have aplenty but in some ways his are more special.
Lazy Monday Mornings
Lazy Monday mornings they have aplenty but in some ways his are more special. It’s not because of his job or the money that allows him the luxury of lazy Mondays. No, it’s because of who he gets to share his mornings with. It’s the simple pleasure of waking up early and watching his sleepy redhead continue to doze on, not even noticing as light touches glide over his body. He smiles; Dale is such a heavy sleeper. He could probably do anything short of sex or a blowjob and he wouldn’t wake up.
There’s honestly not much more he could ask for, lazing in bed with the one he cares about while most people are off at work. No, there’s not much else he could want.
He turns slightly and cards fingers through Dale’s short hair. Nope, can’t get much better. Job in the sport he loves, a solid team albeit new, sponsors behind him 100%, and someone who truly cares about him. Gazing at Dale, he chuckles because he knows he’d be the envy of the women of Junior Nation if they knew who shared his bed.
He likes older woman, that’s a fact, but he was surprised when he discovered his taste in guys ran the same way. It wasn’t sudden. It was gradual, and before he knew it he had fallen for one Dale Earnhardt Jr.
Sometimes he wonders who seduced who as he runs fingers down Dale’s back, where the line of his spine can just be seen through his shirt, the material smooth and worn under his touch. He traces the shiver that travels through Dale with his eyes, down his lean body, until it fades from sight.
He’d spun Dale out to get his single win. He knew then he felt something more toward him than friendship when he couldn’t savor the victory. Not at all, as every thought he had during that night focused on Dale and what it was doing to an already lackluster season. Brushes a thumb against the corner of Dale’s mouth, smiling as his lips curl slightly and he feels breathe against his skin. The frown marring the sweet features after that race never left his mind that night.
He doesn’t know what he did to deserve him. One day he looked up and there he was, watching him. A rival driver from another team, but Dale didn’t care about the business, he cared about him. He wasn’t overt, but he made his intentions known. He never pushed, just offered and waited. It’s much like how he sleeps; body pressed warm to yours, offering, but never demanding. Your presence enough to soothe his soul but gratefully welcoming more if given.
Sometimes he wonders why it’s not Martin Truex in his place but then he sees Martin’s arm candy and knows. He can piece it together from the distance between Dale and Martin over the course of 2005 and the struggles both had. Sometimes he thinks he sees envy in Martin’s eyes when he catches him watching them and it makes him enjoy what he has even more.
He slides down and pulls Dale further into his arms and his reward is arms wrapping around him, a leg pushed between his, as Dale makes himself comfy. Tucks his head against his shoulder and kisses his forehead, smoothing his fingers along the beloved cheek. Dale looks so young asleep, not thirty-two and world weary with the weight of his last name heavy on his shoulders.
He may be young and still testing his worth, but he’s devoted. He thinks he’s found the one thing where devotion truly brings dividends. It’s in the way Dale looks at him, the way his touch lingers and savors every time. No matter how long it’s been since the first time, it’s something about every moment with him, just being loved by him. He fell into this unknowingly, but he’ll be damned if he lets it slip away the same way. He won’t let it slip away at all.
Author: Zippit
Fandom: NASCAR
Prompt: #37 - Devotee - (3.1)
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 634
Disclaimer: Not real; don't know them, don't claim to know them. Only the makings of my imagination.
Author’s Note: Thanks to
catw00man for the beta. :)Summary: Lazy Monday mornings they have aplenty but in some ways his are more special.
Lazy Monday Mornings
Lazy Monday mornings they have aplenty but in some ways his are more special. It’s not because of his job or the money that allows him the luxury of lazy Mondays. No, it’s because of who he gets to share his mornings with. It’s the simple pleasure of waking up early and watching his sleepy redhead continue to doze on, not even noticing as light touches glide over his body. He smiles; Dale is such a heavy sleeper. He could probably do anything short of sex or a blowjob and he wouldn’t wake up.
There’s honestly not much more he could ask for, lazing in bed with the one he cares about while most people are off at work. No, there’s not much else he could want.
He turns slightly and cards fingers through Dale’s short hair. Nope, can’t get much better. Job in the sport he loves, a solid team albeit new, sponsors behind him 100%, and someone who truly cares about him. Gazing at Dale, he chuckles because he knows he’d be the envy of the women of Junior Nation if they knew who shared his bed.
He likes older woman, that’s a fact, but he was surprised when he discovered his taste in guys ran the same way. It wasn’t sudden. It was gradual, and before he knew it he had fallen for one Dale Earnhardt Jr.
Sometimes he wonders who seduced who as he runs fingers down Dale’s back, where the line of his spine can just be seen through his shirt, the material smooth and worn under his touch. He traces the shiver that travels through Dale with his eyes, down his lean body, until it fades from sight.
He’d spun Dale out to get his single win. He knew then he felt something more toward him than friendship when he couldn’t savor the victory. Not at all, as every thought he had during that night focused on Dale and what it was doing to an already lackluster season. Brushes a thumb against the corner of Dale’s mouth, smiling as his lips curl slightly and he feels breathe against his skin. The frown marring the sweet features after that race never left his mind that night.
He doesn’t know what he did to deserve him. One day he looked up and there he was, watching him. A rival driver from another team, but Dale didn’t care about the business, he cared about him. He wasn’t overt, but he made his intentions known. He never pushed, just offered and waited. It’s much like how he sleeps; body pressed warm to yours, offering, but never demanding. Your presence enough to soothe his soul but gratefully welcoming more if given.
Sometimes he wonders why it’s not Martin Truex in his place but then he sees Martin’s arm candy and knows. He can piece it together from the distance between Dale and Martin over the course of 2005 and the struggles both had. Sometimes he thinks he sees envy in Martin’s eyes when he catches him watching them and it makes him enjoy what he has even more.
He slides down and pulls Dale further into his arms and his reward is arms wrapping around him, a leg pushed between his, as Dale makes himself comfy. Tucks his head against his shoulder and kisses his forehead, smoothing his fingers along the beloved cheek. Dale looks so young asleep, not thirty-two and world weary with the weight of his last name heavy on his shoulders.
He may be young and still testing his worth, but he’s devoted. He thinks he’s found the one thing where devotion truly brings dividends. It’s in the way Dale looks at him, the way his touch lingers and savors every time. No matter how long it’s been since the first time, it’s something about every moment with him, just being loved by him. He fell into this unknowingly, but he’ll be damned if he lets it slip away the same way. He won’t let it slip away at all.