Part I
Slowly, seductively, he lapped the very edge of Keisuke's ear. Then, nibbling softly on his earlobe, he slid an arm around his lover's waist and pulled him closer. He trailed kisses down the side of Keisuke's neck, nipping lightly at his shoulder. Keisuke sighed and wriggled slightly in his arms. His hands traveled downward till they rested lightly over the blond driver's growing arousal. Keisuke gasped, thrusting insistently at the hands that ran teasingly over the thin fabric of his cargo pants.
"Well, aren't you impatient," he murmured.
"You bet I am!" Keisuke growled, twisting out of his arms and shoving him down onto the bed. The Akagi driver straddled and kissed him fiercely, passion radiating from him like heat waves from an open road in summertime. "I've wanted you all damn day, and all you can do is sit there and tease me?"
"Well, I-"
Keisuke dove in for another tongue-tangling temperature-raising kiss before he could finish. The blond man's hands were everywhere, caressing in some places, pinching and playing in others. He gasped with pleasure, writhing beneath his lover, reveling in the purely primal sensations.
Obviously not one to draw the moment out by denying himself what he had sought all day, Keisuke hastily stripped off both of their clothing. Identical groans issued from them both as his lover entered him. Thrusting forcefully, Keisuke made love to him with a voracious urgency. Their checked desires and frustration burned away in the heat of their passion, until they were spent, physically exhausted, emotionally sated.
Though sweating lightly, he snuggled closer, Keisuke's head resting comfortably on his chest.
"I love you, you know?"
He grinned.
"Yeah, I know."
Keisuke frowned and poked him in the side.
"Oi!"
"Ok, I don't know."
The blond driver's face crumpled into a pout, his eyes the perfect mirrors of sorrow.
"Oh all right, I love you too. For god's sakes stop giving me that look!" he relented, rolling his eyes in loving exasperation.
Keisuke's pout instantly dissipated, a radiant smile taking its place.
"Well good! So that means you'll come to dinner with my parents tonight, right?1"
He made a horrible face.
"I don't think so."
The pout resurfaced.
"No. Really, I mean it. No."
"But why?" the younger Takahashi whined.
"Because I'm not going over there just so that two people I don't even know can pick me apart, judge me, and then reject me, all based on the way I hold my chopsticks!"
Keisuke shifted slightly, gazing pleadingly up into his lover's annoyed expression.
"Come on! How do you know they'll reject you? I'm sure they'll like you just fine!"
"I don't do well with parents," he grumbled, scowling as if in recollection of past events.
"Of course you do, and I'm sure they'll love you. Besides, it won't be like that at all. Aniki will be there too. It'll just be an informal get-together….it's nothing to be afraid of."
He glared defensively at the blond driver.
"Who says I'm afraid? I'm not afraid. I just don't want to be there, that's all," he protested.
Keisuke snorted.
"Yeah, right, and my favorite car's the GT-R."
"Fuck you, Takahashi!"
"I think I'd rather fuck you!"
Keisuke pounced on him and began to nuzzle his neck with wet kisses.
"Hey, get off me! Don't think this is going to change my mind!" he objected half-heartedly.
"Of course not."
"I'm not going!" he re-iterated.
"Of course you aren't."
Takeshi whistled tunelessly as he made his way up the flagged stone walkway to the apartment his lover shared with his brother.
The doorbell rang a muted "pingpong" when he pressed the glowing button.
"Coming!" shouted a voice from inside.
Presently, Ryousuke's smiling face appeared in the doorway.
"Takeshi! Come in!"
Takeshi politely removed his shoes and entered the spacious apartment.
"I hope I'm not late," he said, rather superfluously. He was never late.
Ryousuke chuckled.
"I don't think you've ever been late a day in your life, Takeshi."
He grinned in amusement.
"Well, neither have you."
The elder Takahashi nodded as he grabbed his keys off the kitchen table.
"That's probably true."
"Speaking of late, where's Keisuke? Shouldn't he be ready by now?" he asked, glancing around the apartment for other signs of life.
Ryousuke's concerned frown painted an adequate picture without words, but he replied anyway.
"I don't know. I reminded him earlier this afternoon, but I haven't seen him since. I hope he'll be on time…my parents hate it when people are late to things."
As they walked to the waiting Nissan, Takeshi felt a lump of uneasiness congeal in the pit of his stomach.
"I really hope things go alright tonight."
The FC driver blinked in surprise.
"Why wouldn't they?"
Takeshi snapped on his safety belt and turned the ignition; the RB26DETT roared to life with a delicious rumble.
"Hmmm."
Watching the road, he failed to see the sideways glance Ryousuke cast him.
"I'm sure it'll be fine.
"I hope so," he replied, his apprehension palpable in the enclosed space of the GT-R's cabin.
