The Yellow Sweater
an Initial D fanfic by inky
Chapter Four:
In which the author wonders, "Is a yellow sweater still yellow in the dark?"
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Ryousuke stood at the top of the path and considered his strategy. Sudou had made a tactical error--two of them, in fact.
Fellatio in a public parking lot--Sudou must have meant to unsettle him with that. It was indecent. It was... It had been good. More importantly, however, it had taken the edge off. Afterwards, he'd been able to think clearly for the first time since Sudou had appeared in the restaurant. He'd needed that.
Sudou approached him, a dark blanket folded over his arm.
"This way," Ryousuke said and started down the path.
The night was cloudless. The moon was a few days past full, and the path was easy to follow. It led to a small, grassy area overlooking the city. He would take Sudou there, and continue knocking him off-balance.
His second mistake had been suggesting that they come here. Perhaps Sudou--who did most of his driving on tracks--didn't realize this, but Akagi was more than just the location of Ryousuke's home course. The mountain was a source of strength for him.
No matter how rattled he might have been, Ryousuke had total confidence while in his own territory. Just heading towards Akagi had been enough. He was in control now. He knew how to proceed. Sudou would be so busy trying to predict his next move, he'd never know what hit him.
Ryousuke would have what he wanted from EvoKing, and he would have Sudou, too.
Arriving at the overlook, Ryousuke smiled at the distant city lights. He'd forgotten how pretty the Kanto Plain was from here. It was almost romantic. Ryousuke took the blanket from Sudou.
"I'm not sure this is an improvement over the car, Doc."
"As you may recall, your stated requirements were privacy and a place to talk. This should suffice." He shook the blanket out and spread it on the grass. "Or is this too private for you? There's a parking lot two kilometers up the road."
"Ha."
"They keep it well-lit. It would be just the thing for you, I'm sure."
He stepped close and pushed Sudou towards the blanket.
"Now, if you have no further complaints, have a seat."
In one swift movement, Ryousuke had him on his back.
"Ah ... just..." Sudou was breathless. "If I can just ... make an observation here."
"Oh?" Ryousuke propped his elbow on Sudou's chest and looked down at him.
"I believe 'having a seat' would actually require me to be sitting."
Ryousuke traced a line across Sudou's shirt. He lingered at the small gap where it had lost a button earlier.
"A minor technicality," he said and toyed with the empty buttonhole.
"That so?"
"Definitely."
Ryousuke switched his attention to the first of the remaining buttons. He idly drew circles around it before unfastening it. Sudou reached up and brushed his fingers against Ryousuke's temple.
"So ... would it be another 'minor technicality' if I had a complaint?"
"In all probability, yes." Ryousuke undid another button.
"It would have been nice to have some light, Doc."
He pressed a finger against Sudou's lips.
"My name is Ryousuke."
"It would have been nice to be able to see you, Ryousuke."
Sudou's lips moved against his finger. He liked the feeling, so he laid all his fingers there.
"Is your night vision so bad, Sudou? You'll never make it as a street racer."
"There's nothing wrong with my eyes. I just want to see you ... clearly."
"Maybe next time," Ryousuke replied, rubbing his thumb against the fullness of Sudou's bottom lip. "Or maybe not."
+ + +
"'Maybe not'?" Kyouichi asked.
He was pleased that Ryousuke thought there would be a next time. He'd made the right decision, then. Coming here had put Ryousuke at ease and Kyouichi's doubt to rest. This man leaning on him--this man with the wry humor and flirtatious fingers--was definitely DocMazda. The dead tuna was obviously an illusion; his Doc was the real Ryousuke.
Ryousuke shifted and settled against him. Kyouichi slid his hand down Ryousuke's back and pushed up at the sweater until he could touch bare skin.
Ryousuke dipped his head closer, and Kyouichi caught a faint scent like eucalyptus. Was that his shampoo? He'd have to bury his face in Ryousuke's hair later. He breathed deeply, and Ryousuke moved his hand from his mouth.
"Aren't you--" Kyouichi started to ask.
Ryousuke touched the tip of his tongue to the spot he'd been caressing. Ah. That was ... that was... Kyouichi grabbed the back of Ryousuke's neck and held him there. Ryousuke licked him just under the curve of his lip. It wasn't even properly his mouth. How could it feel like that?
Ryousuke licked him again, and he rolled them both over, pinning Ryousuke down for a proper kiss.
When they could speak again, Ryousuke's voice was full of laughter.
"Weren't you asking me something, Sudou?"
"Was I?"
"I'm certain you were."
Kyouichi thought about it for a moment.
"Oh, yeah. So why don't you like lights?"
"I have nothing against them."
"Right." Kyouichi rolled away and lay beside him, looking up at the stars. "So..."
"I think the darkness suits us."
"I'm too ugly for you, Doc?"
"No. Think about it." Ryousuke sat up. "Close your eyes."
Kyouichi looked over at him, but then did so. It made him uncomfortably self-conscious. After a moment, he realized that he could hear Ryousuke breathing. He listened to it, until he thought he heard the whine of a rotary engine in the distance.
Great. Hang out with a Mazda boy too long and you start hearing things.
"What's the point of this?" he asked.
Ryousuke chuckled. He heard a rustle, and his eyes flew open as Ryousuke straddled him.
Ryousuke thumped his forehead lightly.
"Come on, keep them."
When he complied, Ryousuke finished unbuttoning his shirt.
"Of course you'd wear a T-shirt under this. Well, it's too much work to bother with now."
"I didn't figure you for a lazy lover--hey, what are you doing?"
Ryousuke was quite obviously unbuckling his belt.
"Darkness suits us because we've been ... intimate ... without ever seeing each other. Right, Sudou? You've always had to use your imagination to have sex with me."
He felt a tug and then the slither of his belt being drawn out of its loops.
"But you're here now... Ah..."
Ryousuke had started on the button fly of his jeans.
"I was good. Wasn't I, EvoKing?"
Kyouichi reached blindly for him. Ryousuke caught his hand instead.
"Wait a minute." Ryousuke scooted back; his weight was now on Kyouichi's thighs. "Sex with me was particularly vivid, wasn't it?"
Kyouichi pushed himself up, his chest colliding with Ryousuke's.
"What if it was? What does that prove?"
Ryousuke took advantage of the new position and yanked his denim shirt off.
"I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm simply suggesting that you imagine this is another scene we're playing. After all, eroticism is all in the mind."
"No."
Ryousuke pushed him down, and kissed his Adam's apple.
"You can't argue with facts, Sudou."
Kyouichi gripped Ryousuke's thighs.
"I'm not going to imagine anything, not when I have you here. So just ... think again." Ryousuke bit his neck. "Fuck."
Like he could have imagined this. Doc had never been this aggressive. He'd always taken his cues from Kyouichi.
"Doc--" Ryousuke bit him again. "Ryousuke, damn..."
Ryousuke silenced him with a kiss. Kyouichi spread his legs and pressed against him. He hadn't intended to have sex out here--hell, he certainly hadn't meant to be bottom--but if Ryousuke wanted it...
Ryousuke must have sensed his decision. He sat back and began pulling down Kyouichi's jeans.
"I feel obligated to inform you that tight pants really aren't healthy." Ryousuke stopped, tugged off Kyouichi's left shoe, and tossed it aside. The right shoe and his pants soon followed. "The things they do to your sperm count would amaze you."
Kyouichi groaned and laughed.
"I'm not worried about it. You?"
"Condom?"
Shit.
"In the car."
Ryousuke paused with his hands hooked on the waistband of Kyouichi's briefs.
"I will lecture you about that oversight later." He bent and kissed the front of his briefs. "Where's the lube?"
Kyouichi pointed to his discarded jeans. They were out of easy reach.
"Fine," Ryousuke said. Kyouichi could feel the warmth of his sigh through the cotton. "I'll get it. You get these off."
Ryousuke kissed him again, and quickly got up.
+ + + + +
"Hey, did you see that?"
Hitomi thwacked Keisuke's shoulder.
"Are you looking at cars again when you have a pretty girl with you?"
"Well, yeah. If I was looking at you, we'd have an accident."
Hitomi giggled.
"Then don't look at me till we get to the top."
"That was a Lancer Evolution back there. Did you see it?"
"What, is that a good car or something?"
"No, it sucks."
"Okay," she said.
"Maybe I should turn around."
Hitomi grabbed his arm.
"Because of a sucky car? I don't think so."
"There's no one who drives an Evo on Akagi. I should find out who it is, if he's a racer or not."
"Maybe it's a girl."
"Driving an ugly black car like that? I don't think so. Wonder what he's doing here..."
"Keisuke."
"Hmm?"
"It's a car parked on a mountain late at night. Don't you think there's a chance that the owner of that car is here for the same reason you are?"
"Oh. Good point." Keisuke grinned over at her. "I'll just keep going, then."
Disclaimer:
initial D is © Shigeno Shuichi, Kodansha, to'max, OB Kikaku. These characters do not belong to inky.
Last Revised: 3 Feb 2003
Illustrated Version: Archived at http://www32.brinkster.com/kyouichi/sw/sweater04.html
an Initial D fanfic by inky
Chapter Four:
In which the author wonders, "Is a yellow sweater still yellow in the dark?"
---
Ryousuke stood at the top of the path and considered his strategy. Sudou had made a tactical error--two of them, in fact.
Fellatio in a public parking lot--Sudou must have meant to unsettle him with that. It was indecent. It was... It had been good. More importantly, however, it had taken the edge off. Afterwards, he'd been able to think clearly for the first time since Sudou had appeared in the restaurant. He'd needed that.
Sudou approached him, a dark blanket folded over his arm.
"This way," Ryousuke said and started down the path.
The night was cloudless. The moon was a few days past full, and the path was easy to follow. It led to a small, grassy area overlooking the city. He would take Sudou there, and continue knocking him off-balance.
His second mistake had been suggesting that they come here. Perhaps Sudou--who did most of his driving on tracks--didn't realize this, but Akagi was more than just the location of Ryousuke's home course. The mountain was a source of strength for him.
No matter how rattled he might have been, Ryousuke had total confidence while in his own territory. Just heading towards Akagi had been enough. He was in control now. He knew how to proceed. Sudou would be so busy trying to predict his next move, he'd never know what hit him.
Ryousuke would have what he wanted from EvoKing, and he would have Sudou, too.
Arriving at the overlook, Ryousuke smiled at the distant city lights. He'd forgotten how pretty the Kanto Plain was from here. It was almost romantic. Ryousuke took the blanket from Sudou.
"I'm not sure this is an improvement over the car, Doc."
"As you may recall, your stated requirements were privacy and a place to talk. This should suffice." He shook the blanket out and spread it on the grass. "Or is this too private for you? There's a parking lot two kilometers up the road."
"Ha."
"They keep it well-lit. It would be just the thing for you, I'm sure."
He stepped close and pushed Sudou towards the blanket.
"Now, if you have no further complaints, have a seat."
In one swift movement, Ryousuke had him on his back.
"Ah ... just..." Sudou was breathless. "If I can just ... make an observation here."
"Oh?" Ryousuke propped his elbow on Sudou's chest and looked down at him.
"I believe 'having a seat' would actually require me to be sitting."
Ryousuke traced a line across Sudou's shirt. He lingered at the small gap where it had lost a button earlier.
"A minor technicality," he said and toyed with the empty buttonhole.
"That so?"
"Definitely."
Ryousuke switched his attention to the first of the remaining buttons. He idly drew circles around it before unfastening it. Sudou reached up and brushed his fingers against Ryousuke's temple.
"So ... would it be another 'minor technicality' if I had a complaint?"
"In all probability, yes." Ryousuke undid another button.
"It would have been nice to have some light, Doc."
He pressed a finger against Sudou's lips.
"My name is Ryousuke."
"It would have been nice to be able to see you, Ryousuke."
Sudou's lips moved against his finger. He liked the feeling, so he laid all his fingers there.
"Is your night vision so bad, Sudou? You'll never make it as a street racer."
"There's nothing wrong with my eyes. I just want to see you ... clearly."
"Maybe next time," Ryousuke replied, rubbing his thumb against the fullness of Sudou's bottom lip. "Or maybe not."
+ + +
"'Maybe not'?" Kyouichi asked.
He was pleased that Ryousuke thought there would be a next time. He'd made the right decision, then. Coming here had put Ryousuke at ease and Kyouichi's doubt to rest. This man leaning on him--this man with the wry humor and flirtatious fingers--was definitely DocMazda. The dead tuna was obviously an illusion; his Doc was the real Ryousuke.
Ryousuke shifted and settled against him. Kyouichi slid his hand down Ryousuke's back and pushed up at the sweater until he could touch bare skin.
Ryousuke dipped his head closer, and Kyouichi caught a faint scent like eucalyptus. Was that his shampoo? He'd have to bury his face in Ryousuke's hair later. He breathed deeply, and Ryousuke moved his hand from his mouth.
"Aren't you--" Kyouichi started to ask.
Ryousuke touched the tip of his tongue to the spot he'd been caressing. Ah. That was ... that was... Kyouichi grabbed the back of Ryousuke's neck and held him there. Ryousuke licked him just under the curve of his lip. It wasn't even properly his mouth. How could it feel like that?
Ryousuke licked him again, and he rolled them both over, pinning Ryousuke down for a proper kiss.
When they could speak again, Ryousuke's voice was full of laughter.
"Weren't you asking me something, Sudou?"
"Was I?"
"I'm certain you were."
Kyouichi thought about it for a moment.
"Oh, yeah. So why don't you like lights?"
"I have nothing against them."
"Right." Kyouichi rolled away and lay beside him, looking up at the stars. "So..."
"I think the darkness suits us."
"I'm too ugly for you, Doc?"
"No. Think about it." Ryousuke sat up. "Close your eyes."
Kyouichi looked over at him, but then did so. It made him uncomfortably self-conscious. After a moment, he realized that he could hear Ryousuke breathing. He listened to it, until he thought he heard the whine of a rotary engine in the distance.
Great. Hang out with a Mazda boy too long and you start hearing things.
"What's the point of this?" he asked.
Ryousuke chuckled. He heard a rustle, and his eyes flew open as Ryousuke straddled him.
Ryousuke thumped his forehead lightly.
"Come on, keep them."
When he complied, Ryousuke finished unbuttoning his shirt.
"Of course you'd wear a T-shirt under this. Well, it's too much work to bother with now."
"I didn't figure you for a lazy lover--hey, what are you doing?"
Ryousuke was quite obviously unbuckling his belt.
"Darkness suits us because we've been ... intimate ... without ever seeing each other. Right, Sudou? You've always had to use your imagination to have sex with me."
He felt a tug and then the slither of his belt being drawn out of its loops.
"But you're here now... Ah..."
Ryousuke had started on the button fly of his jeans.
"I was good. Wasn't I, EvoKing?"
Kyouichi reached blindly for him. Ryousuke caught his hand instead.
"Wait a minute." Ryousuke scooted back; his weight was now on Kyouichi's thighs. "Sex with me was particularly vivid, wasn't it?"
Kyouichi pushed himself up, his chest colliding with Ryousuke's.
"What if it was? What does that prove?"
Ryousuke took advantage of the new position and yanked his denim shirt off.
"I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm simply suggesting that you imagine this is another scene we're playing. After all, eroticism is all in the mind."
"No."
Ryousuke pushed him down, and kissed his Adam's apple.
"You can't argue with facts, Sudou."
Kyouichi gripped Ryousuke's thighs.
"I'm not going to imagine anything, not when I have you here. So just ... think again." Ryousuke bit his neck. "Fuck."
Like he could have imagined this. Doc had never been this aggressive. He'd always taken his cues from Kyouichi.
"Doc--" Ryousuke bit him again. "Ryousuke, damn..."
Ryousuke silenced him with a kiss. Kyouichi spread his legs and pressed against him. He hadn't intended to have sex out here--hell, he certainly hadn't meant to be bottom--but if Ryousuke wanted it...
Ryousuke must have sensed his decision. He sat back and began pulling down Kyouichi's jeans.
"I feel obligated to inform you that tight pants really aren't healthy." Ryousuke stopped, tugged off Kyouichi's left shoe, and tossed it aside. The right shoe and his pants soon followed. "The things they do to your sperm count would amaze you."
Kyouichi groaned and laughed.
"I'm not worried about it. You?"
"Condom?"
Shit.
"In the car."
Ryousuke paused with his hands hooked on the waistband of Kyouichi's briefs.
"I will lecture you about that oversight later." He bent and kissed the front of his briefs. "Where's the lube?"
Kyouichi pointed to his discarded jeans. They were out of easy reach.
"Fine," Ryousuke said. Kyouichi could feel the warmth of his sigh through the cotton. "I'll get it. You get these off."
Ryousuke kissed him again, and quickly got up.
+ + + + +
"Hey, did you see that?"
Hitomi thwacked Keisuke's shoulder.
"Are you looking at cars again when you have a pretty girl with you?"
"Well, yeah. If I was looking at you, we'd have an accident."
Hitomi giggled.
"Then don't look at me till we get to the top."
"That was a Lancer Evolution back there. Did you see it?"
"What, is that a good car or something?"
"No, it sucks."
"Okay," she said.
"Maybe I should turn around."
Hitomi grabbed his arm.
"Because of a sucky car? I don't think so."
"There's no one who drives an Evo on Akagi. I should find out who it is, if he's a racer or not."
"Maybe it's a girl."
"Driving an ugly black car like that? I don't think so. Wonder what he's doing here..."
"Keisuke."
"Hmm?"
"It's a car parked on a mountain late at night. Don't you think there's a chance that the owner of that car is here for the same reason you are?"
"Oh. Good point." Keisuke grinned over at her. "I'll just keep going, then."
Disclaimer:
initial D is © Shigeno Shuichi, Kodansha, to'max, OB Kikaku. These characters do not belong to inky.
Last Revised: 3 Feb 2003
Illustrated Version: Archived at http://www32.brinkster.com/kyouichi/sw/sweater04.html