Okay so this is my very first story ever. Im Dira and i love slash of all kinds. Umm this story is my baby dont kill it plz. help me raise it. Omghee
Disclaimer: i own nothing in speed racer, as much as i hate that.
Chapter 1
Racer X
He couldn't even keep his hands off the kid. Eight years with no calls, no contact, not even a thought of seeing the Racer Family and this one 18 year old kid could bring him to his knees in an instant. X couldn't believe how weak he could be. He fights all types of racing crime, he can take down men twice his size and race like nobody's business but Speed…Speed set him on such an edge he could fall in a minute. He'd always been an aggressive guy, but this was ridiculous. The minute he saw the boy he wanted him. An ache that could only be fixed by the boy himself would set in and he'd spend all night inside of Minx, making the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach branch out further and further but satisfying his need for the moment. He never really went for boys, but Speed Racer could ruin everything. Everything he worked for, everything he hoped racing could become would crash and burn because of him, he just knew it.
X was sprung, that smile that laugh that lean body and sweet little ass in those white racing pants broke his concentration constantly. Speed was going to be the death of him if X couldn't take his eyes off him and put them on the road ahead. No matter what, he had to watch out for Speed and the other drivers. But constantly, his mind drifted to how he'd get the boy in his bed. He wondered if Speed would move with him in sex like he did on the track. How it'd feel to have his legs wrapped around X's waist. He wondered how it would feel to be buried deep insi-
"X! Get your Head on man I almost died then! You getting tired old man, you just let me know! I have to know who's got my back and who doesn't!" Speed sounded angry. X chuckled to himself at the thought of it. He'd love to hear a different kind of yelling maybe a lot more moaning if X ever got his way. The kind that'd let him know exactly how much Speed loved everything X would do to him.
Guess its gunna' be another night with Minx again. She loves it when I'm edgy, and edgy makes just what this kid is doin' to me that much worse.
Never had he seen anyone drive like Speed, every trick X had taught him and everything he acquired naturally was breathtaking. At the night of the Grand Prix he felt the need to be with Speed stronger than ever. The way Speed acted after a race had his blood burning, he was always so carefree and lapsed of energy, relaxed and unaware of anything but the afterglow buzz. He touches Racer X, although intentionally or not he couldn't tell, but his touch produced almost everything lust could. He looked at X like a lover did right after a round of the most fulfilling and satisfying sex. Speed always basked in the afterglow of a win and that made him desirable to all. That, combined with the raw power that exuded from his every pore, was the most attractive thing about him. His air of confidence but subtle innocence would always hook X in because Speed was always himself. X needed that, needed someone who could be themselves around him, someone who he knew would want him for only him and not because he's a big race car driver of because of the "third leg he had in his pants" as Minx liked to call it. He didn't need Minx, the whore, who lived off his frustration and aggression. He didn't need any of the girls and sometimes guys that'd push themselves on him in the most obvious way and whisper the dirtiest, sometimes appallingly sexual, things imaginable in his ears. He didn't need the people who would want him just to be in a picture with him, or the girls that'd want to get to Speed Racer through him. He needed someone who could match him in everything he does and Speed Racer could definitely do that. He could do it all for X in one night and X would be thoroughly addicted. He'd be addicted to the taste, the smell and the feel of Speed Racer. One night would be all Speed needed to throw X off his game forever. When X got something he'd always wanted he'd do anything to keep it, to have it always. That's what Speed would do to him; he'd make X want unlike anything he'd ever wanted before. Speed could drive him crazy in one taste. Could tear him apart in one word, and repair his entire world in one smile. And X hated it, but he loved it all in the end. Speed made him come alive like no one else could, without even trying.
"X! Come on man, if your heads not in the race get off my damn track!" Speed side sweeps him a little, punctuating his point. "Tell you what X, you make this race worth my while and I'll make it all worth yours, how's that, you like that?"
Only Speed could make something so innocent sound as dirty as possible in that beautiful innocent matter of his. Just the thought had him hard already. Sweet sighs in the night, caresses that would turn into heated and possessive grasps at hips and thighs. Delicious moans X could swallow, dirty words, undulating hips, rough thrusting and helpless little mewls that would drive X to insanity. The looks of utter bliss as X hit that sweet little spot over and over again and the face of an angel in pleasure as Speed finally reached completion all over himself and X's hand. How he'd whimper just a little as X finally emptied himself within the tightness of Speed. Contented breaths and sleepy eyes and lazy smiles turn into tangled limbs in the early morning just to wake up and do it all over again but with a lot more grace. Speed circles him on the cave looking down at X with a wink and a suggestive smirk, the gravity shifters holding him down to the top. Speed knows what he's thinking, always has, guess it's that brother's intuition X could never change no matter what changes he's make to his face. His little brother was messing with him.
This is gunna' be a long damn day.
Speed
This guy was going to get him killed; the second Casa Cristo and he thought he knew Racer X better than anyone. But the man was only making the barest necessary moves to keep him from getting trashed and leaving all the hard work to Speed and their new driver in Racer Motors, Emerald Cold. Emerald was a good driver but he needed X's offensive moves to take these guys out. It was like- oh, dare Speed say it-It was like X was distracted. They were coming up to the entrance of Caves and he needed X in the race if they were going to win this. X already qualified for the Grand Prix, actually letting himself beat Speed for once , Speed was re-invited because he also qualified along with the fact he won last year, and they needed Jade in if they wanted a sure chance of Racer Motors getting the prize money. They were a triple threat now, and if they could get passed the three cars no more than 4 meters before them they could take it all home. And if they did lose this race he damn well wasn't going to lose it because X couldn't pay attention. What was happening to the guy? He looked up to X, admired X, lusted after X every minute of the day. Fucked himself on a 9 inch dildo with X on his mind the entire time! (He almost had to get the size after seeing the big situation Racer X kept trapped in those black racing pants in the showers after a race. However, no more than 9 inches hoping that if X ever decided a sneak attack on him in the showers he'd still be deliciously tight for him.) The least the guy could do is pay attention. Especially with the flirting Speed had been doing after almost every race, which is basically the only time he'd see him. Speed would feel carefree and reckless. Touch X as he passed and throws an innocent smile, inviting X to follow. They'd move into an empty room and relax. Drink, illegally for Speed considering he was still 18, and lay back to look out at the stars from the sky light. Well, Speed would lay back and look at the stars, but X would sit in a chair, remove his mask and gazed at Speed with an uninhibited stare that would go on for an unseeingly odd number of minutes. Speed would almost always ask if X thought it was all worth it. Told X how much he wanted something, but couldn't say exactly what. Just that if he couldn't have "It" Speed would quit. Because "It" was all Speed ever wanted anymore. So X would always respond. If you want "It" go out there and get "It" because no one's ever going to hand it to you. Speed would always then lapse into silence and they'd spend the rest of the night there in that room, X in the chair and Speed on the bed. Their gazes would lock in the silence and until someone came to knock on the door to take Speed home, they'd stay like that. Knowing what the other was thinking, and knowing it could probably never be, but wanting it all the more. Knowing that the world would embrace their relationship with open arms, but that their lives and friendship would forever change, that the easy comfort they had with each other would turn too sexual and a lot more difficult when it came to each others lives. It'd take a major toll on their racing too, worrying more about each other in the big races where even with Royalton in jail the drivers still played dirty, when their minds should always be on the race. Already in this race he could see what was happening to them.
"And I'm the one who needs to pay attention Speed?" The irritation in X's tone was clear. But he had no right to say that.
"What the hell are you talking about? I've been carrying your ass over here while you were out daydreaming! Welcome back, by the way!" He didn't fight with X much about anything, but sexual tensions really get you heated when paired with adrenaline. "Shut the hell up and drive!"
"Calm down Speed, your gunna' get yourself hurt if you don't just calm down. You are on the ceiling for God's sakes. Don't let your head or X get to you." Emerald had a way with words, but X was having none of it.
"Tell your puppy to watch her turns while she's beside me, we'd hate to lose her. And I sincerely doubt she'd place being packed quite thoroughly into all that ice." The irritation had grown. Something was bugging him, Speed acknowledged.
"That's enough X. Sorry Em, he seems to be out of sorts today. I'll deal with him later.." Only Speed could see the tensing of the jaw from above X. X turned on the newly installed private channel that linked him directly to Speed above him.
"If anyone is getting "dealt with" later Speed it'd be you. I may just deal with you tonight so that you may not be able to drive tomorrow, much less sit down." The smirk in his voice is evident if not seen.
"Bring it on X…But be careful, I may just like it a lot more than you'd think. Hope you're not gunna' hold out on me either. I think I can handle you. Minx does like to talk a lot about her sexual appetite." They were getting really deep now. A few more words and there'd be no turning back.
"I wonder what she said." A bit dryly.
"Not much, just how long you guys can go, how hard." He pauses "How…big, Why are you fucking that whore?" His tone had gone a bit cross. And he knew it.
"She's a release and my easy way out. A distraction from taking what I really want."
"What do you really want, X?" Tell me it's me.
"You know what I want, Speed. You always have. " The other shoe had dropped. They were never getting away from this one. No ignoring it, no pushing each other away and then coming together after a race to celebrate.
"Why don't you just take what you want?"
"I cannot take what is not mine." That brooding was coming back full fledged. Speed swerved around a stalactite. He had to make this decision.
"What if I were yours tonight, right after this race? I'd give you all of me and take nothing in return"
"You'd let me take all of you, you'd let me fuck you and leave you in the morning? Do you really want it that bad?"
"I need it, always have, even if it's only for tonight." There it was…the jump. Tempting enough for X to tell him to pull over somewhere isolated in the cave and leave Emerald to fend for herself so that he could show Speed exactly what "dealing with him" would entail. Because, to be truthful, with Speed, he would most definitely let himself be selfish for once. He's keep Speed in his room all night, fucking him till they both ached and Speed was raw, because in the morning they may never speak of it again. But he knew it'd never be like this. One taste and he'd be hooked. He already knew it.
"You ready for the consequences?" He needed to know if Speed knew what he was getting into. "I may not ever let you go, you know, that may just happen."
"I think I could live with that." And with that he flicked on the public channel, locked all controls for channel changing, circled down in front of Emerald with X behind her and exited the cave. I've always been ready for you.
Beautiful-Eminem
