AN: I'm sorry! I haven't updated in a while and for that I prostrate myself before you few readers and ask your forgiveness. There's been some stupid crap that has caused my work schedule to change, so I haven't actually updated the stories on my flash drive. I haven't been able to use MSWord in weeks so I haven't really wanted to (even if I was able to) work on this one. Here is Chapter 4 at long last...
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 Yaoi and shounen-ai. This reading material is for specific audiences. If you don't know what yaoi or shounen-ai are, I suggest you look them up on Wikipedia before continuing.
Pairings: RyōTaku and KeiKen
Summary: Takumi and Ryōsuke have been working together with their team for a while. They've grown close... but how close is too close? What happens when dynamic drivers can't control themselves when they're not driving?
Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own Initial D, any of it's characters or anything borne from this story, so... yeah.
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Ryōsuke and Keisuke both opened their bedroom doors at the same time that morning. Ryōsuke followed Takumi and Kenta followed Keisuke. Takumi looked to Keisuke then Kenta and blushed almost immediately dropping his gaze. It wasn't embarrassing... just awkward.
Kenta mirrored Takumi's actions when his eyes met with Ryōsuke's. The two brothers looked at each other and the older one smirked shaking his head. He let his eyes fall to Takumi, who was nervously fidgeting in front of him.
Keisuke began to chuckle a bit as he led the four down the stairs. Kenta made his way toward the door, but Keisuke lingered a bit. "We're going to get some breakfast. Care to join us?"
Ryōsuke looked to his younger partner for confirmation. When a still weirded-out Takumi shrugged, Ryōsuke replied, "Sure, thanks."
The light tension quickly dispersed once they were seated at the restaurant. They began to interact as usual talking about the upcoming battle, different techniques that would need development and so on.
When the bill was paid, Takumi looked to his watch. He sighed as they all stood to leave. He was supposed to meet Itsuki in an hour and spend most of the day with him.
The group made their way through the parking lot to their respective vehicles. The older Takahashi looked at Takumi and raised a brow. "Is something wrong?"
The two climbed into the FC and buckled up. "No. I have to meet Itsuki in a little bit, but I'm still kind of tired."
Ryōsuke smiled and pulled out of the parking lot. "I'm sorry," he smirked. "If I had known you had other plans today, I would've tried to not wear you out so thoroughly."
Takumi turned to the driver and stared at him blankly.
The older man turned to him. "What?!"
Takumi stared at him for a bit longer. "Liar," he said as he turned back to look out the front of the car.
Ryōsuke smirked at the jibe and placed his hand on the younger man's knee.
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They had arrived at the Takahashi home moments later. Takumi was sitting in his Eight-Six and talking to Ryōsuke, who was standing just outside the driver side door. "Can I call you later?" he asked timidly, gazing adoringly up at his new lover.
Ryōsuke leaned into the open window to speak. "Why don't you just go home and get some sleep? You've got a battle in a few days, and you should be well rested. You have to work tomorrow anyway, don't you?"
Takumi nodded a bit disappointed and dropped his head slightly.
The older man kissed the younger forehead tenderly and smiled when the younger man looked back up. "Why don't you call me tomorrow when you get home from work?"
Takumi's face lit up a bit and he nodded again. His lips met with Ryōsuke's for a brief, but sensual, moment. Ryōsuke took a step back from the Eight-Six and Takumi revved the engine.
"See you tomorrow," he said still smiling.
"See you, Ryōsuke-san." Takumi pulled away from the curb and spun a U-turn as Keisuke pulled up with Kenta in the FD. They exchanged a passing wave and Takumi was off.
The FD replaced the Eight-Six at the curb in front of the Takahashi residence and both occupants climbed out. Keisuke's gaze followed the path of the Eight-Six briefly while Kenta looked to the leader of Project D.
"Where's he off to?" the older of the pair asked.
Ryōsuke sighed and folded his arms across his chest, the smile still playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were still locked onto the exit line Takumi took, even though he was out of sight, and his voice was laced with the slightest hint of disappointment when he spoke.
"He's spending the day with a friend." He turned toward the house and started toward the door. He didn't think of himself as a sappy person, but at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the younger man and hold him close.
Kenta made his way to Keisuke's side as the two watched the older Takahashi. They both could tell easily the man was on cloud nine. It made them smile.
The younger blonde turned to his mentor and said, "I should probably go too. I have to meet Fumihiro in a few and I want to shower and change first."
Keisuke kissed Kenta's head gently and ruffled his hair. He couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling up when Kenta pouted playfully. "See you later then." He took a few steps toward his house before he turned from his lover.
"Later, Senpai. Bye, Ryōsuke-Senpai," he called and climbed into his S14. Ryōsuke turned briefly to wave and Kenta pulled away and down the road.
Keisuke stepped into the house shortly after his brother and toed off his shoes. Ryōsuke was in the kitchen pulling a beverage from the refrigerator. Keisuke sat down at the kitchen table and shook his head, his eyes locked on the smooth glass surface. "You don't hide it well at all, Aniki," he said a bit amused.
Ryōsuke shut the refrigerator and turned to the table where Keisuke was seated. His brow was raised and he looked genuinely confused. "What?"
"The fact that you're completely head-over-heels in love with that kid," he said matter-of-factly. He looked from the table to Ryōsuke trying in vain to not let his amusement show.
Ryōsuke joined his brother at the table and took a long swallow from his beverage. He smiled serenely looking past Keisuke. "It truly is an amazing feeling."
His brother nodded in agreement. "That it is." They remained at the table a few minutes longer in peaceful silence, each wearing a content little grin.
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Several weeks and races had passed since that night at the Takahashi home. There was an understanding between the members of Project D that allowed no room for anything but business when they were together. It was a simple enough task to follow and all seven members agreed they would allow nothing to distract them.
It was a natural reaction for Takumi to be all-business when the group met so he had no problem dismissing his urges to pounce the tall, sexy, dark-haired leader. He reasoned that if he were to repress his feelings and urges in public, that would make their private meetings that much more intense... and he was right. He was very right.
The relationship between Takumi and Ryōsuke hadn't changed for the most part, until no one was around. Ryōsuke wanted to do everything with and to the young driver, but decided to let him go at his own pace. That seemed to work well with his type of personality and Ryōsuke watched Takumi evolve both behind the wheel and in bed.
Takumi was sitting at the end of the sofa in the Takahashi's living room. Keisuke was at the other end with Kenta's head resting on his thigh between his legs. They were watching the video of the latest drive for what seemed like the three-hundredth time in the last two hours.
There was a loud nasally snore coming from Keisuke's lap. Takumi looked to Keisuke's lap then to Keisuke. The younger Takahashi looked at Kenta sleeping in his lap then raised his eyes to meet Takumi's. The two drivers looked at each other with mild surprise, and then broke into gentle laughter.
Keisuke stopped the video and shook his leg to wake up the sleeping blonde. Kenta awoke easily and sat up. He looked to the television, then the other end of the sofa, and then turned to Keisuke.
"What happened, Senpai?"
"You were snoring." The older driver smiled to his lover and tussled the sleep-laden hair. "I'm a little hungry. Let's go get some take out." Kenta nodded and the two stood. Keisuke looked back to Takumi as they headed for the door. "You want anything, Fujiwara? My treat..."
Takumi had been staring at the blank TV screen with his head in his hand. His mind started to wander until he heard Keisuke speak. He turned to the blonde and shrugged. "Sure, but I can pay you back."
Keisuke slipped into his jacket and was walking out the door. "Don't worry about it. I'll get something for Aniki, too."
Takumi watched the door close and turned back to the blank screen. He stayed like that for a moment, then sighed and rose to his feet.
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Ryōsuke had been staring at his computer screen for hours, his fingers dancing continuously over the keys. His head was starting to hurt a bit, but he needed to get the website properly updated before the night was finished. He paused briefly and clenched his eyes shut for a moment trying to subdue the dull pain behind them. He was tired and hungry, but he still had work to do.
The door to his bedroom was open and he was concentrating so hard that he didn't even hear anyone walk up behind him. There were warm hands on his shoulders. They slid down his chest gingerly to the buttons on his shirt. He felt soft lips press against his head just behind his ear. The hands started to unbutton his shirt and the lips moved to his ear then his neck.
The hands and lips were soft and smooth. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He tilted his head to the side slightly and smiled his fingers unmoving over the keyboard.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a coy breathy voice.
Takumi dragged the tip of his tongue from the older man's collar bone up to the base of his ear as he finished unbuttoning the shirt. "Trying to seduce you..." he whispered. He slowly ran his hands over the tight abs and hard chest in front of him. "Do you want me to stop?"
Ryōsuke felt Takumi's warm breath at his ear and moaned softly. He tilted his head to the side a bit further and reached a hand back to Takumi's head. The hands on his body moved to his pants and he felt the fingers slip beneath the elastic of his boxers. He spoke softly. "You don't have to. I could use a break anyway."
He reached back with his other hand and grabbed Takumi's shirt. As he pulled the shirt over the younger man's head, he felt the hands at his abdomen unfasten his belt and pants. Takumi was getting really good at that.
Takumi stood up and spun Ryōsuke around in his chair. They held each other's eyes for a few moments until Takumi leaned down to the man sitting before him. He pressed his lips to Ryōsuke's and combed his fingers through the soft dark hair.
Ryōsuke leaned into the younger man's lips and placed his hands on the smooth bare waist. Their lips parted and their tongues met. Ryōsuke brushed his fingers down Takumi's stomach to his pants. He unfastened them and pulled them down along with the boy's boxers.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar square package and held it between his fingers. They hadn't had a chance to be together like this in over a week. He was aching for this... for him.
Takumi pulled his lover's pants down over his knees. He broke the kiss and kneeled between the tan legs. His hands ran up the smooth hard thighs and back down.
Ryōsuke's eyes were still closed when he felt Takumi's lips moving up his leg. When he opened his eyes to look down, they widened. He hadn't realized his door was still open. He felt soft lips encompass the tip of his penis and his mind went blank.
Takumi wrapped his tongue around the large member in his mouth and began repeatedly bobbing up and down. He felt fingers tangle in his hair and heard soft moans from over his head. It had been way too long since they were together last.
When Ryōsuke was able to somewhat gather his senses, he spoke slowly through labored breathing. "D... don't you want to sh... shut the door?" His head was tipped back and his eyes were closed. He didn't realize just how much he'd missed the boy.
Without stopping, Takumi glided one hand up Ryōsuke's chest and slipped the shirt from the man's shoulder. His other hand trailed down the man's leg and pulled the foot out of the pants that were bunched around his ankles. He brushed his fingers down Ryōsuke's arm and removed the hand from his hair, interlacing their fingers.
Ryōsuke shrugged out of his shirt and felt his arms being pushed toward his back. The pleasure in his groin was completely mesmerizing and he didn't notice when Takumi gathered the shirt around his hands. He didn't open his eyes until he tried to move his arms again. The package he was holding slipped from his fingers when he realized what was going on.
Takumi released Ryōsuke from his mouth and grabbed the condom from the floor. "They went out to get food and shouldn't be back for a little bit." He looked innocently up to his mentor.
Ryōsuke was confused and he pulled against his restraint. Takumi had wrapped Ryōsuke's hands in his shirt and secured it with his own belt. The conniving little bastard was full of surprises. Ryōsuke struggled a bit more in vain then grinned mischievously to his partner. "What in the world have I turned you into?"
Takumi tore open the square wrapper and stood up, locking his lips with Ryōsuke's. He slid the rubber over Ryōsuke's erection without pulling away. He straddled the man in the chair, placed a hand at the back of his head and sat down slowly.
Both men moaned loudly into the kiss, and Takumi's grip didn't allow Ryōsuke to pull away. Ryōsuke's natural reaction would have been to envelope Takumi in his arms and hold tight, but he'd forgotten already about his restraint. He grunted a bit when Takumi wrapped his legs around his waist.
Takumi started grinding down on Ryōsuke. The younger man pulled his lips away and bowed his head groaning through clenched teeth. He pressed his chest to his partner's and his mouth landed at the man's ear.
Ryōsuke was moaning louder and louder with every move the boy in his lap made. He felt Takumi's arms tighten around his neck and shoulders. The air and sounds traveling past his ear were nothing short of arousing and he started thrusting.
The new sensations had both of them sweating, panting and groaning. They were close... so close. Takumi was grinding harder and faster. Ryōsuke was thrusting in rhythm with Takumi. Takumi squeezed his arms around Ryōsuke's back and dug his nails into the tan flesh.
Ryōsuke couldn't take it anymore when he felt Takumi's nails dig in. With one final thrust, he bit down on Takumi's shoulder and grunted when he exploded inside the boy.
Takumi felt Ryōsuke's teeth in his shoulder and that sent him over the edge. He threw back his head and groaned loudly toward the ceiling as he came. His arms tightened more around the broad shoulders and Ryōsuke's teeth grazed to a close over where they had bitten.
Ryōsuke felt Takumi slow his grinding and moved his lips to the pale neck. "Don't stop..." he whispered. He tried to regulate his breathing without moving his lips from the boy's neck.
Takumi complied with the request and continued grinding gently. He rode out the pleasure and loosened his arm hold. His breathing was very ragged.
The older man clenched his eyes shut as he sent the last bit of his orgasm into Takumi. He kissed the boy's collar bone and up to his cheek. He wanted desperately to hold his lover so he struggled again against his restraint trying to convey the message.
Takumi's eyes were closed. He found Ryōsuke's lips and joined them with his own. His hands brushed the dark hair out of Ryōsuke's face and the man pulled away to speak.
"Take it off... please..." Ryōsuke's lips brushed Takumi's as he whispered, and again the boy complied. The mess around Ryōsuke's hands and wrists couldn't come off fast enough and he rejoined their mouths. He shook off the small ache and placed his hands on Takumi's hips.
The younger man felt soft hands sliding up his sides. One hand went around and up his back while the other continued up his side to his face. The hand at his face combed through his hair and came to rest at the back of his head. Takumi pulled away and heard his lover chuckle.
"What the hell have I done to you?" Ryōsuke asked rhetorically trying not to smile.
Takumi spoke shyly. "I thought I'd try something different... Was that ok?"
Ryōsuke could hear a bit of concern in Takumi's voice and he smirked. "It was amazing," the older man whispered. "Did you enjoy your little experiment?" he asked brushing his tongue over the boy's ear.
Takumi moaned softly at the gesture and said through a long exhale, "Yeah..."
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Keisuke and Kenta climbed into the FD and headed toward the local strip mall about ten minutes away. Half-way there, Keisuke looked over to his passenger and bit the corner of his lower lip. He tried to ignore the growing tension in his jeans and looked back to the road.
Kenta was staring out the front of the car from the passenger seat. He was still a bit tired, but the food should give him a little energy boost. He combed his fingers through his hair and sighed.
"Where are we going, Senpai?" he asked the driver.
"I figured we'd get some sushi to-go. How does that sound?" He replied evenly, not giving away his arousal.
Kenta nodded. "That sounds good." He felt a hand rub up and down his thigh and smiled.
Keisuke parked his car and the two walked into the small eatery. He placed a rather large order and paid the cashier.
"I'm sorry, but we only have one chef this evening, so your order will take a bit longer than usual."
"That's not a problem. About how long will it be?" the taller blonde asked.
"Probably twenty to thirty minutes. It's a little busy right now," the cashier stated apologetically.
Keisuke nodded and the two turned to leave. "We'll be back then to pick it up."
"Ok."
Once they were outside the shop, Kenta sighed and looked toward Keisuke's FD. "What could we do until then?"
Keisuke headed down the walk to the edge of the strip and turned into the darkness away from the parking lot. "Let's go for a walk."
Kenta looked to where Keisuke had been and quickly followed him around the corner. When he rounded the corner, he couldn't see anything for a few moments. After his eyes adjusted, he noticed the older man's frame leaning up against the bricks in the shadows.
Keisuke walked up to Kenta and pressed their lips together. The smaller man wrapped his arms around Keisuke's waist and he felt Kenta's hips grinding into his own. Keisuke moaned into the younger man's mouth and felt the hands at his waist reach into his back pocket.
Kenta knew exactly where to find the condom in Keisuke's wallet. He pulled out the package and moved his fingers to the front of the other man's jeans. This particular end of the strip was just perfect for things like this.
Keisuke's pants were undone and he felt the soft young hand stroking his throbbing member. He moaned again and broke the kiss. His fingers combed through the fluffy light hair and he grabbed Kenta's arm.
Kenta's front was gently shoved up against the wall and he felt hands at the waist of his jeans. They were pulled down just far enough to expose his perky little entrance. The condom was ripped from his hand and there were lips by his ear.
"God, I want you so bad…" Keisuke whispered. His lips brushed the shell of Kenta's ear. He felt the boy shudder and heard him moan softly. He sheathed his erection and thrust without entering.
"Do you have any idea…" he continued to whisper,"…how hard it was for me…" he entered Kenta slightly,"... to not fuck you until now?"
Kenta moaned and he felt Keisuke's full length inside him. "I'm sorry… Senpai…." He tried to speak more, but all that came out were groans. He bit his lip to try and quiet himself as Keisuke thrust continuously into him.
Keisuke moaned without moving his head from the ear. He picked up his pace gracefully and slid an arm around the small waist. His other hand met with Kenta's on the wall and they tangled their fingers together.
"S… Senpai…" Kenta whispered through his panting. He started moaning louder and louder. The hand at his waist moved to his chest and pulled him back into the tall hard body. He felt fingers on his cheek and the tip of his nose met Keisuke's.
The older man's groaning was increasing as well. He turned Kenta's face to his and covered the boy's mouth with his own. He was trying to keep the volume down, but the kiss just made the pleasure that much more intense.
He squeezed Kenta into his arms thrusting harder and faster. He was forced to pull his lips away and he bowed his head into the nape of Kenta's neck. He was about to come… and he could tell Kenta was close too.
To keep himself from screaming, he latched his teeth onto the young neck in front of him when he released. He tried not to slow his movements just yet, but it wasn't working out well for him. He felt a hand on his backside pulling desperately.
"Don't stop…" Kenta whispered squeezing the firm butt cheek. "Please… don't stop… Keisuke…" Kenta wrapped his other arm around the back of the taller man's neck and pulled with the same desperation.
Keisuke smiled as devilishly as possible in his current state when he heard the smaller man call him by name. He only ever heard Kenta use his name in situations like this and it gave him renewed strength. He didn't need it for too long though.
Kenta felt Keisuke slam into him once and he gasped squeezing the firm ass he was gripping behind him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head fell back onto Keisuke's shoulder. With one final slam from the man behind him, he came… hard.
Keisuke heard Kenta start to scream before he felt the release. He quickly slapped his hand over the boy's mouth and kissed the shell of his ear in a futile effort to calm him. He thrust a few more times until he was sure Kenta had completely finished.
Keisuke chuckled softly into the younger blonde's ear and spoke quietly. "I guess this is why we should stop doing this in public places." He kissed down the smooth neck and pulled himself from the tight rectum.
Kenta rode out his climax and tried to smile at the comment. He moaned when the older man pulled his softening member from him. He turned around quickly and slammed his lips against Keisuke's.
They helped each other yank up their jeans without pulling away. When they were fully clothed, Keisuke wrapped Kenta in his arms and squeezed lovingly. Kenta returned the embrace then noticed the warm moisture on his leg.
He pulled back slightly and looked down. His pants hadn't been down far enough. He crinkled his nose and groaned unhappily.
Keisuke loosened his arms and looked to Kenta. His eyes widened and he started to panic. "What's wrong? Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The young blonde looked up to his idol with a shamed expression. "I need a shower and a change of shorts," Kenta explained.
Keisuke's brow furrowed in confusion and he looked to Kenta's jeans. He saw a small darkened patch on the fabric. Understanding and relief washed over him and he exhaled audibly. He couldn't help but smile and that earned him a generous love tap from an embarrassed Kenta.
"I'm not going back in there with you. I'll wait by the car," he huffed.
Keisuke smirked and walked back to the sushi shop. He returned with two large bags of food and both men climbed into the FD. On the drive back, Keisuke kept rubbing his hand up and down Kenta's thigh.
Kenta scowled. "Would it be ok if I made sure I had a clean change of clothes available before we start that again?"
The driver laughed and rubbed the passenger's groin. They both felt the bulge and Keisuke smiled evilly. Keisuke turned to Kenta briefly. "I suppose I can attack you in the shower."
When Keisuke turned back to the road, Kenta closed his eyes, the scowl still visible on his face. His eyebrow twitched when he lowered his head and he muttered, "… Thanks…"
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Takumi and Ryōsuke hadn't moved from the chair in several minutes. They were still coming down from the euphoria of each other.
Takumi was resting his head on Ryōsuke's shoulder. His arms were wrapped around the muscular back. He was playing absent mindedly with the older man's hair and wearing a content and satisfied smile.
Ryōsuke kissed Takumi's neck tenderly. He trailed his lips up to the shell of the young driver's ear, then back down his neck and over his shoulder. He grazed his teeth over the spot he had bitten when the boy drove him to climax.
The spot was clearly marked, but Ryōsuke knew the mark would be gone by morning. They always were. He nuzzled his nose into Takumi's collar bone and asked softly, "When did they leave?"
"Hmm…?" Takumi said without moving.
"Keisuke and Nakamura… when did they leave? Or when will they be back?" he repeated. He kissed the soft pale neck gently several times.
Takumi smiled and turned to his lover. He lifted his head and kissed the older man full on the lips. He pulled back slightly to speak. "They didn't say where they were going." He looked to his watch. "It's been about forty minutes though, so I guess they'll be back pretty soon."
Ryōsuke smiled playfully. "Damn… I was hoping I could keep you like this for a few more hours," he said with mock disdain. "I suppose it can't be helped though." He kissed the boy's jaw.
The younger man tipped his head back and rolled it from one side to the other. Takumi let Ryōsuke lay his lips across his neck while he moved his head. The boy placed his lips beside the older man's ear and nipped at the shell.
"Mmm…" Ryōsuke moaned when he felt Takumi's lips on his ear. He ran his tongue along the milky collar bone and ghosted his fingers down the smooth back. His hands came to a rest at the boy's hips, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over the flawless skin.
Takumi's lips moved from the man's ear to his neck, then found the soft full lips. He started to grind into the man's lap when he felt the growing erection in his rear. He moaned into the kiss, still grinding lightly.
Ryōsuke groaned and pulled back a bit. He smirked without opening his eyes and whispered coyly, "You know, we probably shouldn't be starting this again if they're going to be back soon." His lips and breath floated over the young face.
The boy nodded and stopped moving. "That's true…" he said dejectedly. He connected his lips with Ryōsuke's and held them. They opened their mouths and their tongues melded together.
The older man didn't pull away until he heard a familiar engine rev outside his window. He ran his fingers through soft brown hair and gazed deeply into the boy's eyes. He smiled sweetly and lovingly at Takumi, who returned the gesture.
"I guess we'll have to finish this later, then," Takumi said and pressed his lips to the tan forehead.
The smile didn't leave Ryōsuke's face when he replied. "Yeah… I guess we will."
They finally separated and got dressed. They were just in time to hear Keisuke and Kenta come in the front door. The two shared one final loving kiss before they headed downstairs to meet the other pair.
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"We're back," Keisuke called as he and Kenta walked inside. The two blondes brought the bags of food into the kitchen and set them on the table. Keisuke turned to Kenta and said quietly, "Why don't you head up to my room and change before they come down and see you?" Kenta nodded and started for the stairs.
Ryōsuke and Takumi were descending from the second floor when they saw Kenta heading toward them. The blonde kept his head down and waited for them to pass before he went up. The two brunettes turned around and watched him in slight confusion.
Takumi turned back to Ryōsuke, hoping for an answer, or an explanation. The older man shrugged and they continued to the kitchen.
They met up with Keisuke in the kitchen. He had already set out the packages of food and was collecting plates from the overhead cabinets. "We got sushi. Dig in," he said and placed the plates on the table. He looked to his brother and raised a brow.
Ryōsuke was shaking his head lightly when he noticed Keisuke looking at him. He smirked and grabbed a plate for him and one for Takumi. "That guy is so strange," he said somewhat under his breath.
Keisuke's confusion was evident and his brow raised further. "Huh...?"
Takumi took the plate he was offered and looked to the older driver with a bit of concern. "Is Nakamura alright?"
Keisuke tried to stifle a smirk. "Yeah... he's fine." As he headed out of the kitchen, he said, "He fell. Let's just leave it at that."
"I can only guess what he landed on," was Ryōsuke's response and Takumi chuckled softly.
He and Takumi started preparing their plates when they heard a voice from the stairwell. "My dick..."
The two remaining in the kitchen looked at each other and started laughing.
Keisuke smiled when he heard the laughter as he walked up the stairs. He couldn't keep Kenta waiting any longer. He heard the shower running and slipped silently into the bathroom.
TBC...
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Alas... we come to the completion of the latest update. I do thank those of you that have tried to help me improve my writing by commenting, reviewing and critiquing. I ask, once again, that those of you that take time out of your lives to read my blathering continue to follow the trend.
I'll hopefully remember update a bit sooner next time.
