The Yellow Sweater
an Initial D fanfic by inky
Chapter Three:
In which Keisuke worries, and the sweater goes up a mountain
---
Sudou's hands stilled, and the mood of their embrace changed subtly. Ryousuke frowned. Something wasn't right.
"Don't stop."
"Hush, Doc..." Sudou rubbed his cheek against Ryousuke's temple.
That was it. He was treating him like a two-year-old. Well, Ryousuke had seen plenty of Keisuke's toddler temper-tantrums. If Sudou pat his head, he'd kick him in the shins. The thought made Ryousuke smile into Sudou's shoulder.
"You're really wound up."
"Oh, and you're not?" Ryousuke bumped his hips against him. Sudou was hard. "I'm pre-med., remember? I know what that is."
Sudou stepped back.
"Maybe I am." He smoothed the creases from the front of his shirt. "But I can wait."
"Don't be so sure of yourself. If you wait, you can't have me."
"Right."
Sudou grasped Ryousuke's shoulders and kissed him. The kiss was soft--and entirely too nice--but Ryousuke could feel the tension in Sudou's arms. He was holding back, keeping their bodies apart.
Ryousuke sighed into the kiss. Sudou's lips moved on his with lazy sensuality--tongue over lips, then in his mouth ... twisting, sliding, flirting, and tasting. Kissing like he'd be happy to kiss all night, but it was a lie. His lips should be harder, more demanding.
It seemed that Ryousuke wouldn't get what he wanted unless he pushed Sudou for it.
Fine, then.
He straightened to his full height, forcing Sudou to tilt his head back. He'd take charge of this. He'd drive Sudou into admitting his need. He pressed forward and ran his tongue over Sudou's teeth. He pushed further and tasted the warmth of his mouth, and--oh...
Sudou trapped his tongue and sucked on it, rubbed its underside with the tip of his and--the human nervous system was a marvelous thing--Ryousuke's hips twitched. He could feel that touch right at the base of his erection.
He broke the kiss.
"Sudou." The demand came out too thin.
Sudou caressed the back of his neck, then patted him.
"I don't fuck guys who don't like me, Doc."
Ryousuke pulled his hair, but it was too short for a satisfying yank.
"Hey, don't get violent on me now." Sudou kissed his cheek and stepped away.
"Don't--"
Ryousuke shut up as his pants were unzipped. Sudou knelt and--
Oh...
--nuzzled against him, kissing his thigh. He was saying something.
Somehow, Ryousuke managed to ask what he was saying.
"Tell you later."
Then such heat was around him...
+ + + + +
Kyouichi planted a quick kiss on Ryousuke's lips. Ryousuke began to respond, then drew back. Kyouichi chuckled at his look of distaste.
"Well, I thought you tasted good."
Ryousuke shoved softly at his shoulder, then his drowsy eyes suddenly widened.
"We're still in the parking lot."
"Brilliant deduction. What gave it away?"
Ryousuke slumped back against the Evo. Kyouichi tucked him in and did his pants back up.
"What did you do with my keys?" he asked.
Ryousuke dug in his pocket, and dropped the keys into his hand. Then, he gave Kyouichi the small capsule of lube.
Kyouichi rolled it between his fingers.
"Ah, you found this."
"But you didn't use it."
"We have plenty of time." He nudged Ryousuke over and unlocked the door. "I want you to go somewhere with me."
"I think I should go home."
"Not an option."
"Well, now that I've had time to think--"
"Now that you've gotten off, you mean."
Ryousuke looked away from him. Kyouichi wondered if he was angry or embarrassed. Hmm ... probably both.
"Yes, well..."
"I did something for you, Doc, and now you're going to do something for me."
Ryousuke's gaze dropped to his crotch. He sure seemed to like looking there.
"Not that. Not yet, anyway. You're going to go somewhere nice and private, and talk to me."
"I'm not going to a hotel with you," Ryousuke said.
"Good thing, 'cause I'm not asking."
"Then what are you--"
"You'll see. Get in the car."
"I suppose I can see if your driving has improved."
"Not everything in life is about cars."
Ryousuke got in. Kyouichi circled around to his side, got in, and started the engine.
"Show me your home course, Doc."
+ + + + +
Keisuke pulled into the parking lot at Family's. Hitomi's shift would be over in an hour. He'd get something to eat, then take her home.
"Huh, what's that?"
That was his brother's FC at the far end of the lot. He parked next to it. Aniki hadn't said anything about being here tonight.
He bounded up the steps to the restaurant, and grinned at the hostess.
"It's okay, I'll seat myself." He headed towards their table.
That was odd. Where was Aniki?
He looked around. There was Hitomi refilling someone's coffee. He took a minute to enjoy her cute backside, the back of her knees... She turned around.
"You get prettier every day," he said.
"Well, one of us has to." She smiled, took his arm, and lead him to the table. "Sit down, Kei-chan. I'll get you some coffee."
"Actually, where's Aniki?"
"I'm happy to see you. He said you weren't coming tonight."
"Where is he? Restroom?"
"No, he left almost an hour ago. Are you going to drink your coffee standing up?"
"His car's in the lot--"
"Maybe he went with that guy." She pushed a cup into his hands. "Are you going to take me for another drive in that cute car of yours?"
"I thought I was the cute one."
"Maybe you should dye your hair like the car, then you'd be as cute." She winked and left.
Blonde? That would be cool...
+ + + + +
It was quiet in the car. Too quiet.
For nearly ten minutes, neither of them spoke. Kyouichi tried to concentrate on the road instead of the man beside him. It was difficult.
They were still on normal city streets. There was nothing particularly interesting or challenging about them. Ryousuke, on the other hand... Hell, he was both. The dead tuna was more exciting than he ever would have predicted--and just as irritating as he'd expected.
"Which way do I turn here?"
"Left." Ryousuke sounded bored.
Dammit. If anyone was going to be bored, it should be him. Kyouichi was the one with the guy who never shut up.
Except he's not saying a word.
Going into the next turn, Kyouichi stomped on the clutch much harder than necessary.
"Why aren't you talking?"
"I don't see that we have anything to discuss," Ryousuke answered.
"Do you have a split personality or something?" Kyouichi took his attention away from the road momentarily, and jabbed a finger in his direction. "Don't forget that I know you. I've been talking to you for months."
"That was different."
"No, it wasn't. That was you and me. That was you enjoying talking to me."
"I didn't know it was you."
"That doesn't mean anything. Come on, Doc, you liked me."
"Take the next right."
Kyouichi wanted to punch something. He should have known it would be like this. There were reasons to keep your distance from Takahashi Ryousuke.
"You liked me, Doc."
"My name is Ryousuke."
"Fine. Forget it, then."
"Forget what?"
"Look, just do your thing." Kyouichi waved his hand. "Comment on my driving or something."
"Well, you have improved some. Considering that you're not flagrantly violating the speed-limit--"
"We're not far enough from the city, yet."
"--it's difficult to ascertain how much you've improved. Still... I assume you're still racing on tracks?"
"Yeah, that new track--"
"And you've been practicing more consistently than was your wont."
"But you knew that. I've mentioned it."
"I knew that EvoKing drove regularly, yes."
"Ryousuke, please. We're the same person."
"So it would seem."
Kyouichi didn't respond to that. He forced himself to relax his grip on the steering wheel. They were on Akagi now. Things would come to an end soon, one way or another.
There was a turnout alongside the road ahead. Kyouichi pulled into it and set the parking brake. He combed his fingers through his hair, before undoing his safety harness and turning in the seat.
"You liked EvoKing."
Ryousuke fiddled with the buckle of his seat belt, but did not unfasten it.
"Ryousuke."
"Yes. I liked him."
"Thank you." Kyouichi leaned back and rubbed his eyes. "I'm glad you've decided to be honest with me."
"I don't lie."
The seat belt clinked as Ryousuke undid it. A second later, the engine shut off.
Kyouichi opened his eyes; Ryousuke's hand was on the ignition. Then, Ryousuke leaned across him and turned off the headlights.
"Was that enough talking, Sudou?"
He hoped so.
"I don't know. Was it?"
"You're the one who wanted to talk."
"See, Ryousuke, I've got this thing--"
"Yes, I know you do." Ryousuke moved back slightly to look at him.
"Stop flirting with me."
What am I saying?
"See," Kyouichi continued, "I've got respect for myself. I don't fuck guys who don't like me."
"Quite the ego, you've got."
"Like you're one to talk." Kyouichi dropped his hand on top of the one Ryousuke had rested on the gearshift.
"Fight with me in a minute if you have to, but just let me say... I liked Doc. I liked him a lot. I thought I had something with him. I thought--well, I'm not sure how I feel about you. But seeing as how you're him, I'm willing to give you a chance."
"A chance?"
Kyouichi squeezed his hand.
"I could make you feel so damn good, Doc."
"In these bucket seats?" Ryousuke raised his brows.
"Well ... I've got some blankets in the back."
Ryousuke opened the car door.
"There's a path not far from here. We can take a walk."
Fine. A walk. Well, at least Ryousuke seemed willing to talk to him now. Kyouichi got out of the Evo and locked it.
"So where's this path?"
Ryousuke stood, shaking his head at him.
"What?" Kyouichi snapped.
"Really, Sudou, I knew you were mentally deficient."
"You shit--"
"The blankets. You forgot the blankets."
Oh.
Kyouichi blinked, and went back to the car.
"It's just up ahead. Meet me there," Ryousuke said.
Kyouichi unlocked the trunk. He took a deep breath before pulling out a blanket. He hoped he knew what he was doing.
+ + + + +
His brother's car was still there when he was opening the FD's door for Hitomi.
"It's not like him."
"What isn't? Who?"
"Aniki always drives. Who did he leave with?"
She leaned over and kissed him.
"You're so sweet worrying about your brother like that."
"Sweet, but not as cute as my car, eh?"
She nodded.
"But was it someone you recognized?"
"Keisuke, it was just some guy. Probably some racer. Your brother is a big boy. He can take care of himself."
"I guess so..."
"Come on, take me for a drive."
Keisuke smiled.
"You want to go to the mountain again?"
"Yep. Show me how good you are."
"Hey, I'm good."
Hitomi laughed happily.
"Come on, let's go then."
Disclaimer:
initial D is © Shigeno Shuichi, Kodansha, to'max, OB Kikaku. These characters do not belong to inky.
Note for Chapter Three:
Keisuke did not actually get the FD until about six months before the beginning of the series, but we can pretend differently, right? ;)
Last Revised: 3 Feb 2003
Illustrated Version: Archived at http://www32.brinkster.com/kyouichi/sw/sweater03.html
an Initial D fanfic by inky
Chapter Three:
In which Keisuke worries, and the sweater goes up a mountain
---
Sudou's hands stilled, and the mood of their embrace changed subtly. Ryousuke frowned. Something wasn't right.
"Don't stop."
"Hush, Doc..." Sudou rubbed his cheek against Ryousuke's temple.
That was it. He was treating him like a two-year-old. Well, Ryousuke had seen plenty of Keisuke's toddler temper-tantrums. If Sudou pat his head, he'd kick him in the shins. The thought made Ryousuke smile into Sudou's shoulder.
"You're really wound up."
"Oh, and you're not?" Ryousuke bumped his hips against him. Sudou was hard. "I'm pre-med., remember? I know what that is."
Sudou stepped back.
"Maybe I am." He smoothed the creases from the front of his shirt. "But I can wait."
"Don't be so sure of yourself. If you wait, you can't have me."
"Right."
Sudou grasped Ryousuke's shoulders and kissed him. The kiss was soft--and entirely too nice--but Ryousuke could feel the tension in Sudou's arms. He was holding back, keeping their bodies apart.
Ryousuke sighed into the kiss. Sudou's lips moved on his with lazy sensuality--tongue over lips, then in his mouth ... twisting, sliding, flirting, and tasting. Kissing like he'd be happy to kiss all night, but it was a lie. His lips should be harder, more demanding.
It seemed that Ryousuke wouldn't get what he wanted unless he pushed Sudou for it.
Fine, then.
He straightened to his full height, forcing Sudou to tilt his head back. He'd take charge of this. He'd drive Sudou into admitting his need. He pressed forward and ran his tongue over Sudou's teeth. He pushed further and tasted the warmth of his mouth, and--oh...
Sudou trapped his tongue and sucked on it, rubbed its underside with the tip of his and--the human nervous system was a marvelous thing--Ryousuke's hips twitched. He could feel that touch right at the base of his erection.
He broke the kiss.
"Sudou." The demand came out too thin.
Sudou caressed the back of his neck, then patted him.
"I don't fuck guys who don't like me, Doc."
Ryousuke pulled his hair, but it was too short for a satisfying yank.
"Hey, don't get violent on me now." Sudou kissed his cheek and stepped away.
"Don't--"
Ryousuke shut up as his pants were unzipped. Sudou knelt and--
Oh...
--nuzzled against him, kissing his thigh. He was saying something.
Somehow, Ryousuke managed to ask what he was saying.
"Tell you later."
Then such heat was around him...
+ + + + +
Kyouichi planted a quick kiss on Ryousuke's lips. Ryousuke began to respond, then drew back. Kyouichi chuckled at his look of distaste.
"Well, I thought you tasted good."
Ryousuke shoved softly at his shoulder, then his drowsy eyes suddenly widened.
"We're still in the parking lot."
"Brilliant deduction. What gave it away?"
Ryousuke slumped back against the Evo. Kyouichi tucked him in and did his pants back up.
"What did you do with my keys?" he asked.
Ryousuke dug in his pocket, and dropped the keys into his hand. Then, he gave Kyouichi the small capsule of lube.
Kyouichi rolled it between his fingers.
"Ah, you found this."
"But you didn't use it."
"We have plenty of time." He nudged Ryousuke over and unlocked the door. "I want you to go somewhere with me."
"I think I should go home."
"Not an option."
"Well, now that I've had time to think--"
"Now that you've gotten off, you mean."
Ryousuke looked away from him. Kyouichi wondered if he was angry or embarrassed. Hmm ... probably both.
"Yes, well..."
"I did something for you, Doc, and now you're going to do something for me."
Ryousuke's gaze dropped to his crotch. He sure seemed to like looking there.
"Not that. Not yet, anyway. You're going to go somewhere nice and private, and talk to me."
"I'm not going to a hotel with you," Ryousuke said.
"Good thing, 'cause I'm not asking."
"Then what are you--"
"You'll see. Get in the car."
"I suppose I can see if your driving has improved."
"Not everything in life is about cars."
Ryousuke got in. Kyouichi circled around to his side, got in, and started the engine.
"Show me your home course, Doc."
+ + + + +
Keisuke pulled into the parking lot at Family's. Hitomi's shift would be over in an hour. He'd get something to eat, then take her home.
"Huh, what's that?"
That was his brother's FC at the far end of the lot. He parked next to it. Aniki hadn't said anything about being here tonight.
He bounded up the steps to the restaurant, and grinned at the hostess.
"It's okay, I'll seat myself." He headed towards their table.
That was odd. Where was Aniki?
He looked around. There was Hitomi refilling someone's coffee. He took a minute to enjoy her cute backside, the back of her knees... She turned around.
"You get prettier every day," he said.
"Well, one of us has to." She smiled, took his arm, and lead him to the table. "Sit down, Kei-chan. I'll get you some coffee."
"Actually, where's Aniki?"
"I'm happy to see you. He said you weren't coming tonight."
"Where is he? Restroom?"
"No, he left almost an hour ago. Are you going to drink your coffee standing up?"
"His car's in the lot--"
"Maybe he went with that guy." She pushed a cup into his hands. "Are you going to take me for another drive in that cute car of yours?"
"I thought I was the cute one."
"Maybe you should dye your hair like the car, then you'd be as cute." She winked and left.
Blonde? That would be cool...
+ + + + +
It was quiet in the car. Too quiet.
For nearly ten minutes, neither of them spoke. Kyouichi tried to concentrate on the road instead of the man beside him. It was difficult.
They were still on normal city streets. There was nothing particularly interesting or challenging about them. Ryousuke, on the other hand... Hell, he was both. The dead tuna was more exciting than he ever would have predicted--and just as irritating as he'd expected.
"Which way do I turn here?"
"Left." Ryousuke sounded bored.
Dammit. If anyone was going to be bored, it should be him. Kyouichi was the one with the guy who never shut up.
Except he's not saying a word.
Going into the next turn, Kyouichi stomped on the clutch much harder than necessary.
"Why aren't you talking?"
"I don't see that we have anything to discuss," Ryousuke answered.
"Do you have a split personality or something?" Kyouichi took his attention away from the road momentarily, and jabbed a finger in his direction. "Don't forget that I know you. I've been talking to you for months."
"That was different."
"No, it wasn't. That was you and me. That was you enjoying talking to me."
"I didn't know it was you."
"That doesn't mean anything. Come on, Doc, you liked me."
"Take the next right."
Kyouichi wanted to punch something. He should have known it would be like this. There were reasons to keep your distance from Takahashi Ryousuke.
"You liked me, Doc."
"My name is Ryousuke."
"Fine. Forget it, then."
"Forget what?"
"Look, just do your thing." Kyouichi waved his hand. "Comment on my driving or something."
"Well, you have improved some. Considering that you're not flagrantly violating the speed-limit--"
"We're not far enough from the city, yet."
"--it's difficult to ascertain how much you've improved. Still... I assume you're still racing on tracks?"
"Yeah, that new track--"
"And you've been practicing more consistently than was your wont."
"But you knew that. I've mentioned it."
"I knew that EvoKing drove regularly, yes."
"Ryousuke, please. We're the same person."
"So it would seem."
Kyouichi didn't respond to that. He forced himself to relax his grip on the steering wheel. They were on Akagi now. Things would come to an end soon, one way or another.
There was a turnout alongside the road ahead. Kyouichi pulled into it and set the parking brake. He combed his fingers through his hair, before undoing his safety harness and turning in the seat.
"You liked EvoKing."
Ryousuke fiddled with the buckle of his seat belt, but did not unfasten it.
"Ryousuke."
"Yes. I liked him."
"Thank you." Kyouichi leaned back and rubbed his eyes. "I'm glad you've decided to be honest with me."
"I don't lie."
The seat belt clinked as Ryousuke undid it. A second later, the engine shut off.
Kyouichi opened his eyes; Ryousuke's hand was on the ignition. Then, Ryousuke leaned across him and turned off the headlights.
"Was that enough talking, Sudou?"
He hoped so.
"I don't know. Was it?"
"You're the one who wanted to talk."
"See, Ryousuke, I've got this thing--"
"Yes, I know you do." Ryousuke moved back slightly to look at him.
"Stop flirting with me."
What am I saying?
"See," Kyouichi continued, "I've got respect for myself. I don't fuck guys who don't like me."
"Quite the ego, you've got."
"Like you're one to talk." Kyouichi dropped his hand on top of the one Ryousuke had rested on the gearshift.
"Fight with me in a minute if you have to, but just let me say... I liked Doc. I liked him a lot. I thought I had something with him. I thought--well, I'm not sure how I feel about you. But seeing as how you're him, I'm willing to give you a chance."
"A chance?"
Kyouichi squeezed his hand.
"I could make you feel so damn good, Doc."
"In these bucket seats?" Ryousuke raised his brows.
"Well ... I've got some blankets in the back."
Ryousuke opened the car door.
"There's a path not far from here. We can take a walk."
Fine. A walk. Well, at least Ryousuke seemed willing to talk to him now. Kyouichi got out of the Evo and locked it.
"So where's this path?"
Ryousuke stood, shaking his head at him.
"What?" Kyouichi snapped.
"Really, Sudou, I knew you were mentally deficient."
"You shit--"
"The blankets. You forgot the blankets."
Oh.
Kyouichi blinked, and went back to the car.
"It's just up ahead. Meet me there," Ryousuke said.
Kyouichi unlocked the trunk. He took a deep breath before pulling out a blanket. He hoped he knew what he was doing.
+ + + + +
His brother's car was still there when he was opening the FD's door for Hitomi.
"It's not like him."
"What isn't? Who?"
"Aniki always drives. Who did he leave with?"
She leaned over and kissed him.
"You're so sweet worrying about your brother like that."
"Sweet, but not as cute as my car, eh?"
She nodded.
"But was it someone you recognized?"
"Keisuke, it was just some guy. Probably some racer. Your brother is a big boy. He can take care of himself."
"I guess so..."
"Come on, take me for a drive."
Keisuke smiled.
"You want to go to the mountain again?"
"Yep. Show me how good you are."
"Hey, I'm good."
Hitomi laughed happily.
"Come on, let's go then."
Disclaimer:
initial D is © Shigeno Shuichi, Kodansha, to'max, OB Kikaku. These characters do not belong to inky.
Note for Chapter Three:
Keisuke did not actually get the FD until about six months before the beginning of the series, but we can pretend differently, right? ;)
Last Revised: 3 Feb 2003
Illustrated Version: Archived at http://www32.brinkster.com/kyouichi/sw/sweater03.html