Jackson Storm x reader 💙🖤

"ladies man"

It's the night after the Florida 500, the race where none other than Lightning McQueen's personal trainer, Cruz Ramirez beat Jackson Storm fair and square. That wasn't good for his ego, you knew that better than anyone else. It would have been bad enough for McQueen himself to beat Storm, but for his trainer to finish the race and win for him? That was the worst outcome Storm could have thought of, he would have rather gotten in a life threatening crash on the last lap then for this to happen. At least that's what he told you on the way to his trailer.

You two were currently in the trailer on the way back to his house in Huston, Texas. After a stupendous fail like that Storm wanted to get away from it all. So, he was. He was going to try and totally isolate himself from all of humanity, aside from you of course and maybe Ray and Gale, those two where completely unavoidable.

You sat across the table from him in the trailer. For the past few hours all he had done was complain about how much he deserved to win that race and how McQueen shouldn't have been able to substitute Cruz into the race and finish it for him. The last thing you had heard him say was how tired he was, next thing you knew he was asleep with his head down on the table.

You'd been on the road for about 5 hours now, only another 15 left to go you thought as you found your mind wandering. Your phone had died a while ago and Jackson was the one who knew where the charger was, the only problem with that is that he was asleep.

It was so quiet in that trailer, no one and nothing to distract from those horrible thoughts. Those thoughts of Storm, those thoughts of him in increasingly "compromising" positions, those thoughts that no matter how hard you tried, you could just never shake from your head. What would he think if he knew you thought these things? What would he do? Would he ever want to talk to you again? Probably not. He didn't like people like you after all, he had expressed that before.

Jackson Storm, self proclaimed "ladies man" would never like you like that. He liked one thing and one thing only and that was girls. Right off the bat, you already didn't fit the criteria. It's not like he wasn't your friend, not like he didn't support you. Because he did, he was your friend. Nonetheless that wasn't enough for you, you wanted to be more than just his friend. You wanted him to kiss you like he kissed the girls at parties, to flirt with you how he did with those girls. But most importantly, you wanted him to love you.

"Hey."

A tired, groggy voice cut through the silence that laid thick in the trailer. It was Storm. You were abruptly pulled out of your train of thought as you came back to reality, back to your senses. You lifted your gaze to meet his eyes, only to see him staring right back at you. You froze with fear as he glared at you from across the table he had fallen asleep on. He noticed that you looked a little scared, and for a moment he looked confused. Until he realized he had been glaring at you like that.

"Shit Uhh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to stare at you like that... Sorry. I'm just really tired, really really tired." He slurred his words a bit, putting his head in his hands as he rubbed his eyes "You know what?" He sullenly pulled himself up from the table and stretched "I'm gonna go pass out on the couch. Feeling generous tonight, you can take the bedroom." And without another word he disappeared behind the curtain that separated the small dining room/kitchen from the living room.

Well, that just happened. He must be completely out of it and sleep deprived to give up his room in favor of the couch. Eh, whatever you got the only bedroom in the trailer that night. Might as well enjoy it while you could, you thought to yourself as you passed through the curtain.

Of course, how convenient.

The sleepy bastard didn't bother to change in the bathroom, and instead decided to almost completely strip down in the middle of the goddamn living room. Now you were just standing in the doorway, looking at him like he was a total dumbass (which he was) but that's besides the point. You two stood there like that for a moment in utter silence, well better enjoy the view while it lasts. Come to think of it, you might have been a little sleep deprived too.

Finally Storm decides to break the silence. "You like the view?"

Now what the fuck are you supposed to say to that huh? I mean, yes of course you do, but you can't just tell him that! He might just kick you out of the trailer, make you ride in the front with Gale. Well it doesn't sound that bad when you put it like that, but it would ruin your friendship! And not in the way you want it too. He might never really be comfortable around you again knowing that you, someone who isn't a girl finds him attractive.

No, you know what? You can do it, you can tell Jackson Storm he's hot. Shouldn't be that hard right? Besides you're not a pussy, and his ego could use a little boosting. "Why yes, yes I do like the view." You said, nervously shifting your weight for one side to the other. Fuck, that was horrible. He's gonna hate your guts for that one. Nice work.

He gave a little laugh "Well then, you should have said so sooner" he smirked as he turned his back to you and, while maintaining eye contact, slowly bent over to pick something up off the ground. 

Guess he didn't hate you for that one. What was up with him tonight? You weren't necessarily complaining, but this could not have been the same Jackson Storm who had run Cruz into the wall out on the track, the same Storm who cussed out Lightning for winning. But maybe it was the same Jackson Storm who had cussed out the other next gen racers for calling you a slur, and just maybe it was the same one who got so drunk he cried when he saw the check engine light on his car because he thought it was dying. Every little thing like that just made you love him even more, if that was even possible at this point.

Yet again Storm snapped you out of your thoughts, this time with a light punch to the shoulder. " You should get to bed, it's getting late and you deserve a good night's rest after dealing with my cranky ass all day."

You let out a yawn, it was 1 am, which I guess is pretty late compared to the past few weeks because of the race. "Eh, you've got a decent point. I guess I'll retire for the night."

"There you go. Now go on, go get some shut eye. Night!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. Goodnight."