Nascar Oneshots

~ Erik Jones ~ Sleep

I knew how much Erik was excited for this race. But I also knew exactly how tired he has been lately. He's been going on no sleep, and he's way too stubborn to let his PR manager clear his schedule. "I can do this!" He'd always say. "I'll sleep when I'm dead!" Some days I thought about knocking him over the head with my laptop just so he'd finally get some sleep. But then I thought about the dent it would leave. And i really wasn't in a position to buy another laptop, even though Erik's told me several times that he'd buy me a new one.

I slowly opened the door to his motorhome, since he hasn't answered my text so I figured he'd be busy with an interview or something. But I was delighted to find him passed out on the couch cuddling Oscar. My heart melted at the sight. I carefully closed the door, and looked back at Oscar. He even seemed tired, but noticed he was being watched and slid off of the couch, taking his stuffed animal with him.

"So much for cuddling." Erik mumbles. I tip toed around, closing the blinds so he could sleep peacefully. I remember all the sleep he gave up for me, about 6 months ago when I went through my last break up. I cried, but not in the way of being hurt. But because I felt so stupid for not seeing that Erik was the one for me. Erik had told me he had a crush on me before I got a boyfriend, and at the time I didn't know I felt the same way. Well fast forward about 2 years and I noticed how Erik acted. He no longer did little sweet things, but always told me I looked beautiful.

I cried because I had saw just how much Erik had moved on. And I knew we would never be together, at this rate. But I still held onto whatever compliment or little gift he gave me. Because in a way, it was almost as if he did still like me.

"How long are you gonna stand there staring at me?" He mumbles into the pillow. I thanked god that I had closed the blinds so that he couldn't see the red spreading across my face.

"I....I wasn't staring." I protested.

"Mmmmhm. Sure." He says, and I hear movement, almost as if somebody was getting up. Suddenly one arm was wrapping around my waist and the other was taking my laptop out of my hands. It was dark, so I couldn't really see his facial expression, but I prayed he couldn't see mine. "You're gonna come cuddle with me." He says, wrapping his other arm around my waist, and pulling my body closer to his. Erik's cologne filled my nose, and suddenly my hands were on his chest before I could think. Part of me wanted to say something flirty, but I knew I could say it in a way he wouldn't know.

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" I asked.

"Well then I guess I'll just have to take out the handcuffs." His voice sounds so raspy in my ears. How did he.....? "I can see right through you, Mya. I know all your little turn ons." Erik's hands were now playing with the strings on the bottom of my ripped shorts. I swallowed hard. "What's wrong little tiger? Cat got your tongue?" His lips were at my neck, placing soft little kisses from my shoulder down to my chest. I loved his nickname for me.

"You look so beautiful today." He adds, nipping at my neck. "Hmmmm that's gonna leave a mark." He chuckles, "but not as dark as these." I heard him pull the handcuffs out of his back pocket, and I immediately whimpered. My knees were feeling so weak at this point. Suddenly Erik's body was gone and I was left speechless, wet, and confused. A soft light was turned on from a lamp sitting by the couch. Erik's eyes were dark, but he had that sexy smirk on his face.

"Are you drunk?" I blurted out, and immediately felt guilty.

"No." He says, his face getting serious. "But I've noticed how weird you've been acting lately." And the sexy smirk reappears. I tilted my head. "You've been so stressed, trying to find another job, and then you're constantly fussing over me. But what you don't think I don't see, is the way you stare at you're bag like you were wishing something. So one day I looked in there, and I found these." He dangles the handcuffs from his fingers.