Addicted To
Shower
Seventeen-year-old Rex Racer was in the shower, hoping the hot water would soothe his fevered mind.
His brain was on a loop these days and the loop was Speed. When he slept, his dreams were of an older Speed. A Speed that he could kiss and fuck with until the sun came up.
Somehow, he knew that Speed never saw his face.
Rex took himself in his hand, heart speeding up as if he was racing. Images of older-Speed ran through his head. He moaned, "Speed" imagining that Speed was touching him, kissing him…Rex came soon after, in his-no-Speed's hand. He felt hollow. Curling the hand into a fist, he washed it off.
Rex sighed, massaging shampoo into his hair. Why was he thinking like this? Was it possible his love towards his little brother was more than just brotherly? After rinsing his hair, he turned off the water and dried himself off.
As he wrapped the towel around his waist, he heard Mom talking to Speed. "Aw, Speedy, what were you doing out in the rain? You're soaked! And covered in mud!"
"But Mom, my racers race in all weather!" the eleven-year-old exclaimed in shock, surprised how Mom reacted.
"Go take a bath, mister!" Rex could hear Speed's little feet stomp down the hallway and were about to park themselves right outside the door. Crap. Plugging the tub, Rex started to turn on the hot water when he heard Speed knock on the door.
"Rex! Mom wants me to take a bath. Are you done in there?"
Rex opened the door, just wearing a towel around his waist. Aw, why does he have to look so adorable? Speed was wet from head to toe and his shirt, Rex decided, was ruined from mud. Probably his jeans too, from the looks of things. Anyone else would have looked like a drowned rat; Speed just looked too cute, smiling his special-only-for-Rex-smile. The adorable factor was enhanced for Speed's front two teeth were knocked out.
"Yeah," Rex said after a moment. He opened the door wider and walked out. "All yours Speedy." He bowed his head and walked to his room.
Pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, Rex stared at his hand that he came into. Wrong, his mind whispered. He made a fist and started to punch the wall. Why did he feel this way? Why, why, why? Tears came to his eyes and it wasn't from the pain.
He hit the wall until his knuckles were bruised and bleeding. Better. But how to explain? It wouldn't fly to tell the truth: "I masturbated about an older Speed." Pops would have a heart attack right then and there.
Sighing, he walked to the garage, looking around. Rex's feet were freezing on the concrete, he forgot socks. Better hurry.
He stared at his beloved car, the Mach 1. It was gleaming red. I'm sorry, baby. He punched the car, funneling all of the pain, confusion, self-hate, and love into that punch; there was a loud popping noise. Rex bit his lip in pain. His right hand was defiantly broken.
Mom freaked when Rex showed her in the kitchen. After Speed was done with his bath, they crammed into the small Toyota and went to the emergency room. Rex said that he wasn't looking where he was hitting and hit the Mach 1.
The doctor confirmed what Rex already knew: the hand was broken. While wrapping it and setting a cast, the doctor explained that he shouldn't drive until the cast was off. Rex nodded, absent-minded. Speed was asking a lot of questions, like "Why did your hand break?" and "Why can't Rex drive?"
Rex couldn't shift, couldn't drive. He would have to switch hands when writing; luckily, he was ambidextrous.
This is my punishment. I can't love him. This would be Rex's mantra. He swore on the Mach 1, on racing itself. He would never love Speed Racer any more than a brother should until the day that would never come-until Rex crashed the Mach 1.
A/N: Welcome to the first drabbles of Addicted To.
Warnings: Racercest, Rex/Racer X being emo, going between time and both universes (aka the anime and the movie).
This is going to be fun.
I figured that Rex would be so confident that he would never crash. Too bad for him, that happened. *shrugs*.
Tell me what you think! Review and I'll continue…
Nierx