The Problem with Jeff | By : Ria Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 2104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I own nobody and I really hate writing fics about real people, but sometimes the muse just makes me. I'll try to stick with fic-fic eventually, but I just had to get these out there. Sorry! Oh, I make no money off of this fic. :-)
WARNING: Please keep in mind that this fic is probably heading in a really bad direction and make sure that you can handle it. If you know what a 'trigger' is then you probably really need to think twice before reading most of my fics. At least know that I always handle the act of rape and the aftermath as responsibly as I can. And please no flames. If you don't like it just don't read it. Thanks.
The garage area was full of drivers and crews after the qualifying run. It was busy and noisy and chaotic as usual. Most of the men were talking about Jeff Gordon. He had landed another pole and the season championship would be decided by the end of the weekend. Everyone knew that he could do it. He was a great driver and a great spokesperson. Looks and brains were something that he had in ample supply. The intelligence came into question, however, when the golden boy lost his temper in the middle of the mess and yelled one sentence that silenced the entire building.
“Then I’ll go without a sponsor next year!”
Complete silence engulfed the area and nobody even felt safe enough to clear their throats. Most of the men felt sorry for Robbie Loomis, who was the recipient of the outburst. The man looked shocked and embarrassed. He simply nodded in understanding to his driver and went back to talk to the crew and get the car ready.
Jeff’s reddened face held onto the anger for only a second and then he looked down and shook his head. He headed over to the makeshift juice bar in the corner and grabbed a glass and poured himself some ice water that was set up for the guys after their run. Usually nobody touched it and just waited until later to throw back a few beers, but the entire day had just taken on an odd tone so it wasn’t as surprising to see another driver head over for a drink.
“What was that about, Gordon?”
Jeff looked up at the intrusion and Junior thought, for a moment, that the other driver was about to tell him everything. Junior was shocked at how vulnerable Jeff looked at first and was unprepared for the obvious shutting down of emotion as an invisible mask went up. “Nothing that you need to know.”
Junior shrugged, trying to pretend that the rudeness didn’t surprise him or worry him. “Fair enough. A little advice though from a professional to a professional, okay? Don’t fuck around with sponsorship. No matter how bad the paint scheme, just go with it. Hell, I’d even suck cock if the sponsor demanded it.” He smirked in amusement and then yelped. Jeff had blanched slightly at the comment, but Junior was more aware of the popping sound coming from between them. Dale looked down to see that Jeff had shattered the glass in his hand.
Jeff didn’t seem to notice and Junior started yelling for help as he cradled the bleeding hand of his rival. Finally, Jeff frowned and looked at his hand. “Shit!” Robbie came running over and ushered Jeff away, leaving Junior confused and looking down at his bloody hands. He felt the smothering silence and looked up to see most of the garage staring at him as if he was nuts. Jimmie tapped Junior on the shoulder, startling him slightly, and handed him a wet rag.
“You’d better clean up. Be careful that you don’t have some glass in your own hand from holding his.” He began to walk away, but Junior followed him.
“What’s going on with him?”
Jimmie shrugged. “No clue. We just…” He looks around as if he’s afraid someone will hear him. “This isn’t new, but it’s the first really public display of the problem. He’s been…”
“Jimmie!” Both men turned as Chad Knaus interrupted. Junior noticed the two men exchanged looks. Chad’s clearly spoke volumes and Jimmie looked at Junior again. “Back to work I guess.” The two men left quickly and were whispering in hushed tones that only made Junior more curious as to what could get under Wonder Boy’s skin.
The day wore on and it came time for the weekend binge drinking that a few of the drivers were famous for. Junior was a champ as far as drinking and being able to perform the next day. He didn’t have a wife to answer to at his hauler so he just enjoyed himself. He grinned when he thought of his dad. Dale Sr. played the tough guy, but he didn’t join Junior on these nights. He preferred to go out alone. Junior always wondered what post qualifying ritual his dad engaged in, but had never had the chance to ask him.
Dale Jr. looked around at the other drivers. Most of them would just drink a few and then take off to screw their wives. He was pretty bummed that Kenny Wallace hadn’t qualified for the race. Kenny could really tie one on and he was Junior’s favorite drinking buddy. The man never got mean when he drank, but he was more kind and willing to talk. Junior smiled, remembering how Kenny had really been there for him when his dad had died. Sure, the other guys had tried their best, but death was a touchy thing for a driver and he hadn’t expected any real heart to hearts. Kenny had provided that. He had a faith that Junior envied. Death was only a transition in Kenny’s eyes, not an end. The younger man truly believed that he owed Kenny his life for being there in those dark times.
Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed a new face in the group until the newcomer nudged Junior to get his attention. “Wha?…Oh! Robbie…hey man, Jeff alright?”
Robbie Loomis shook his head. “Not really, but his hand will be okay. No penetrating glass. It’s going to hurt like a bitch though on Sunday.”
Junior nodded. “Is he sleeping off his mood with some good pain meds?”
“No, he’s refusing meds. I don’t know what in hell’s wrong with him. What were you two talking about that got him so upset?”
Junior frowned. “Hey, don’t go pinning this shit on me. I was just giving him some advice.” He told Robbie what was said and prepared to defend himself. Hell, he was just trying to help and he wasn’t about to be made to look like an ass for it.
Robbie just nodded. “That’s pretty much what I told him.”
“What was that all about, anyway?”
The crew chief sighed heavily. “Dupont wants to keep him around for another ten years AFTER his current contract expires at least.”
“Ten years? Shit! That’s fucking awesome! I mean…that’s a major commitment. Why doesn’t he want to do it?”
“He does, but Dupont thinks that it’s time to bring back the ‘Rainbow Warrior’ scheme. It was hard enough to get him to agree to use it on his car for the retro scheme. I had to negotiate and that’s why he didn’t wear the fire suit to match.”
Junior snickered. “Can’t blame him for that. I always figured you could put a blonde wig on him and make him Rainbow Brite for a race.”
Robbie tried not to smirk. “Don’t start. I have enough trouble with him about this.” He sighed and thought for a moment. “You don’t think that’s it, do you? I mean…Jeff is tougher than that. I doubt a few comments would scare him off from a scheme.”
The young driver frowned. “Well, to be honest, it’s not just a few comments. You should see some of the websites out there. Sadly a lot of the idiots that say crap about him claim to be fans of mine. I really don’t want fans like that, but that’s how it is. I know that his supposed fans say stuff about me, too, but with Gordon it seems to focus on his sexuality.”
The crew chief grabbed another beer and bit down on his lower lip, thinking about what Junior was saying. “Jeff? Gay? I don’t think so. Hell, he was married to Brooke and I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t leave her for some cock action.”
Junior shrugged. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying male affection. You know, if Jeff were to come out and say, ‘Yeah, I’m gay’ most of the homosexual male population would be on their hands and knees thanking the powers that be for that gift.” He set down his empty beer bottle and hiccupped as the alcohol left him feeling warm and comfortable. “Lord knows I would.”
Robbie choked and spit his beer out over Junior. “Oh…sorry about that I…well, I didn’t know…”
Junior glanced around making sure that nobody heard his slightly drunken revelation. “Look, I enjoy a warm body in my bed. Male or female makes no difference. It just depends on what I need. I don’t like that society tells you that you have to eliminate half the population just to keep up appearances. I’m an equal opportunity lover in all ways. I had a steady girlfriend once and I had a steady boyfriend once. As for Jeff…” He smirks his characteristic smirk. “…I’d do him.”
Junior laughed as Robbie choked and spit some more. “You’re just drunk.”
“Nope, but I’ve been horny for that guy for awhile. You know…I think that I’d better call a friend of mine. I’m in the mood for a heart to heart.” He stood up and ran his hands over his beer spattered pants. “Thanks for the shower.”
Robbie just nodded dumbly and leaned back to think about his current problem.
Junior started toward the door, to the surprise of a lot of the men there, and caught Rusty’s eye. “Hey…Kenny at home?”
Rusty nodded. “Yeah, he’s going to try to come out on Sunday, but he wanted some time with the family first.”
“Cool.” Dale headed out to his hauler to get comfortable and enjoy a conversation he felt he needed to have.
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