The Yellow Sweater
an Initial D fanfic by inky
Chapter Five:
In which the sweater only gets a brief mention
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Ryousuke retrieved the lube and dropped Sudou's jeans back on the ground. He should have done a thorough pocket search before flinging the clothes off him.
"That was rather inefficient, wasn't--" His words stopped as he caught sight of Sudou. He had rolled onto his side. His T-shirt and briefs were still in place. "Didn't I tell you to take those off?"
"Ryousuke, let's get a room. This isn't--"
He knelt beside him.
"I'm disappointed. Where's your spirit of adventure?"
"Maybe I left that in my pants, too."
Sudou's voice was uneven. How much further could he push his control?
"Hmm..." He cupped his hand over Sudou, judging his length. "No. I don't think anything else would have fit in those jeans."
"When did you--you were never like this."
"Are you sure?"
"Ryousuke..."
"I'll make it simple, Sudou. I like it here and I'm not ready to leave."
Sudou snagged hold of his sweater. The movement of the knit across his nipples felt good. Ryousuke shivered.
"That's better, Sudou. You know what I want? I want to fuck the man who would have taken me up against the wall in Family's. I want--"
He nearly lost his balance as Sudou pulled him forward. He steadied himself with a hand on Sudou's hip.
"You know what I want? I want you to stop talking. Start kissing me again or I'm not getting naked."
Ryousuke slid his hand along the back of Sudou's thigh, then played his fingers over the bones of his knee.
"Is that a threat?"
"Just the truth--stop that." Sudou drew his knee up and away, exposing his inner thigh. "That tickles."
Ryousuke stroked down low between his legs.
"Are you nervous?"
"What? Of course not!"
"Have you ever been taken, Sudou?"
"Not by anyone who talked so damned much."
Ryousuke followed the line of Sudou's briefs back up the crease between thigh and groin. He paused over his femoral artery. Sudou's heart was pounding, racing wildly.
You're going to snap any second now, aren't you, Sudou?
Ryousuke's hand shook slightly. Knowing his effect on Sudou's control brought a rush that was better than sex. He pressed him palm flat over Sudou's erection to hide the tremble in his hand.
"Want me to shut up? I will. All you have to do is take these off."
"You do it."
What was Sudou's problem? Was this some strange holdover of modesty? Did he think it was acceptable to be stripped--but not to strip--in public? Whatever the cause of his reservation, it only made Ryousuke want to push him more. It was just another boundary to break.
Ryousuke took his hand off Sudou.
"Leave them on, then. It doesn't matter to me, though one would assume it's in your best interest to remove them."
"What are you going on about?"
Ryousuke held up the small capsule of lube.
"There's not much of this." He twisted the plastic tab off. "I'd say enough for one use."
He spread the gel over the fingers of his right hand, then looked at them thoughtfully.
"Huh, now I'm all messy."
Sudou grabbed his wrist.
"What the fuck are you playing at?"
"Pick how I use it, Sudou. I know I can unfasten my pants with only my left hand. Your briefs, however..."
"You shit."
Ryousuke fumbled with the waistband of his khakis.
"Too bad about your lousy night vision, you might have enjoyed watching me jack off. I guess you can listen--"
"You fucking shit!"
Sudou shot to his feet, hauling Ryousuke up as well. Somehow, he managed to divest them both of briefs and khakis before Ryousuke could catch his breath.
"Someone needs to teach you a lesson," Sudou growled. He caught Ryousuke's hand in an almost painful grip and brought it between them, spreading lube on both of them. "It wouldn't kill you to share."
Ryousuke gasped as Sudou forced his hand to wrap around both of their slick erections. Sudou let go then, and grabbed at his hips. Ryousuke surged into him, knocking them both to the ground.
"You think you're going to teach me?"
Ryousuke thrust hard against him and laughed as Sudou met his movements. This was it. This was perfect.
"Unless you're too stupid to be taught."
Sudou wrenched Ryousuke's head back by his hair and bit his neck. He returned the favor by digging his nails into Sudou's hip. He wanted to leave marks. They wrestled together, thrusting and biting, and gasping insults.
Afterwards, Sudou lay on top of him, cheek against his chest. Ryousuke dragged his fingers through Sudou's hair and concentrated on just breathing. The grass was making his legs itch. They'd rolled halfway off the blanket. Sudou's hair was surprisingly soft. He liked it.
After a few minutes, Sudou sighed.
"Shit, was that sex or a fight?"
Ryousuke shrugged. It was a good question, and yet... it probably didn't matter.
"The best of both, I think."
"Ah." Sudou nodded. Ryousuke continued to pet his hair.
They lay together for a while longer before Sudou sat up and pulled his T-shirt off. Apparently he didn't have problems with being naked now. He held it out to him.
"Here, you can clean up."
Sudou stood and went over to pile of his clothes. Ryousuke wiped the T-shirt across himself and pulled his pants back up.
"Crap, even my cigarettes are in the car."
"Next time, we're going to have to do something about this lack of preparation, Kyouichi."
"Next time, Doc? Shit... Next time I'm wearing cargo pants and one of those vests with all the pockets--"
"And every pocket will be filled."
"You got it."
Ryousuke scooped up the blanket, then put his arm around Sudou's shoulders and lead him back up the path.
+ + +
The silence in the car was almost comfortable this time. Which was kind of odd, if he thought about it.
You are thinking about it, Kyo. No wonder this isn't more awkward, your brain's still foggy from sex.
That wasn't right, though. He didn't feel foggy; he felt... Well, he wasn't sure. Calm? Was that it? Centered? Heh. Wonder what Ryousuke would think of that.
Fighting with you is verbal yoga, Doc. And screwing you? What can I say? I'm fucking tranquil now.
Yeah. Well, whatever it was, he wasn't complaining. He reached for the stereo and bumped into Ryousuke's hand. Ryousuke had been reaching for it, too.
"Sorry," Kyouichi said.
"No, it's your car. Go ahead."
Kyouichi pulled his hand back.
"It's okay. You hate the same music I do, remember? We're okay."
Ryousuke hit the power button, then turned the volume down. Kyouichi nodded in satisfaction. This wasn't bad at all.
Still ... was there something he was supposed to say? "Hey, that was great" or "Thank you" didn't seem to cut it. He wanted to ask, "When are we going to do this again?" But he knew better than that. The mood was good now; he didn't want to spoil it. Next time maybe they should take separate cars. Better not to have this calm afterwards than to spoil it by saying the wrong--
"Where are you staying tonight?" Ryousuke asked. "You're not driving all the way back."
"Thought I told you. I'm crashing on the floor at my cousin's. In Maebashi."
"I see." Ryousuke was silent for a moment. "We should take separate cars next time."
Now just wait a minute.
"Don't like my driving?"
"It's out of your way, taking me back and turning around again."
"Nothing wrong with carpooling."
"It's wasting your gas."
"I drove across the prefecture to be with you, Doc. Don't tell me that was a waste."
"Not just to see me. You're visiting your cousin--"
"He's a convenient excuse. Don't fool yourself, I came for you."
"Ah."
"It was worth it."
"Next time, we'll meet somewhere. Get a room somewhere equally distant from both of us."
"Aw, now I'm disappointed. No more naked games on the grass?"
"It's September, Sudou. Much longer and it will be too cold even for you."
"Hey, the whole outdoors thing was your idea."
"What part of 'parking lot' doesn't fit your definition of outdoors?"
"Point taken. But that wasn't premeditated."
"Right. And there's a perfectly innocent explanation for your having blankets so conveniently handy."
"There is."
"Explain it, then."
"It's because of my cousin."
"Let's see if I've got this right. Your cousin was the hapless victim of a gang of blanket thieves, and you're on a mission of mercy--"
"Whoa, whoa."
"--bearing linens and other dry goods to the crime-ridden--"
"You're crazy, Doc."
"You like it."
"Yeah." Kyouichi smiled at him.
"Now explain, because I'm still quite certain your blankets-in-the-back routine meant you were hoping for a little outdoor action."
"I've stayed at my cousin's once before. This time I'm prepared--"
"With blankets, maybe."
"Am I the only one here with functional pockets? You could've--"
"I would have, if we'd taken my car."
"Ah, you know you wanted to take my baby out for a spin." Kyouichi patted the steering wheel.
"Maybe if your 'baby' wasn't four-wheel drive."
"I keep telling you, it's the only way to--"
"What were you saying about your cousin?"
They were almost back to the restaurant.
"Hmm? Oh. I think he makes it to a laundromat about once a year. I might give the odd public blowjob now and again, but I'm not that adventurous. No way am I sleeping in his bedding again."
"Did you call ahead? Perhaps National Laundry Day was last week."
"I'm not joking."
"No, I believe you. He sounds like someone I know. Still--"
Damn. They were back.
"--what's better? His bedding or a blanket that you know has grass and sweat and ... stuff on it?"
"Did you get lube on my favorite blanket?"
Ryousuke smiled enigmatically.
"You should know better than to use your favorite like that." He unfastened his seat belt.
"It wasn't my favorite before. Listen, Ryousuke, I--"
Ryousuke leaned over the gearshift and kissed him briefly.
"We'll talk again, Sudou. So don't say anything now."
"I... This was--"
"Don't make me tell you to hush." Ryousuke stroked his cheek. "You know how to contact me. We'll talk about what this was later, EvoKing."
"Fine. Later."
Ryousuke got out of the car. Kyouichi watched him unlock his FC. At least the abrupt ending to the evening had kept him from saying something stupid. Ryousuke had seemed to sense that he needed that.
Kyouichi waited until Ryousuke pulled out of the lot before heading towards his cousin's. It was good to know that he and Doc were still on the same wavelength.
+ + + + +
Keisuke woke up, stretched and yawned, and reached under his bed for a T-shirt. He wrinkled his nose as he pulled it over his head. It was almost time to bribe Tsugumi to do some laundry. She criticized and complained, but always took the opportunity to augment her allowance. He sniffed the shirt again and decided not to wear it.
He wandered down the hall to the bathroom. There was no horrified gasp from Tsugumi upon seeing him in his boxers, so he figured it was pretty late.
There was something he was forgetting. Surely it couldn't be too important.
Brushing his teeth, he noticed a bruise on his neck. Those drives with Hitomi were getting better all the time. He'd been out with her so late, he hadn't even showered last night. He might as well do it now.
He shucked off his boxers, opened the shower door, and stepped on something that squelched under foot.
"Eeew! Get it off!" He hopped back on one foot, trying to kick the cold, wet, clinging thing off his left foot. Then he blinked.
"Oh, it's just a pair of pants."
A pair of pants?
A soaking wet pair of his compulsively neat brother's pants lying in a heap in the shower?
"Aniki!"
He knew he'd been forgetting something. Something was terribly wrong with Aniki. He rushed to his brother's room, wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Oi, Aniki!" He pushed open the door.
Damn, I really need to learn to knock.
Aniki must have had an unusually restless night. He was asleep, sheet tangled around his legs, sweater bunched around his waist, bare ass showing.
Keisuke averted his eyes, grabbed the blanket that was laying half on the floor, and yanked it up over his brother.
He sat on the edge of the bed. He should let him sleep, but he was worried. When he was worried, he always turned to his brother for help. What was he supposed to do when he was actually worried about him? Aniki never slept so late, Aniki never abused his wardrobe, and Aniki never slept naked--and his first fleeting thought upon seeing him like this would probably scar him for life. He was not supposed to think that his brother had a cute butt, nicer than Hitomi's even.
Shit! Stop thinking that!
"Aniki, wake up!" He shook his brother's shoulder, assuring himself that he did not sound panicked.
Disclaimer:
initial D is © Shigeno Shuichi, Kodansha, to'max, OB Kikaku. These characters do not belong to inky.
Last Revised: 3 Feb 2003
an Initial D fanfic by inky
Chapter Five:
In which the sweater only gets a brief mention
---
Ryousuke retrieved the lube and dropped Sudou's jeans back on the ground. He should have done a thorough pocket search before flinging the clothes off him.
"That was rather inefficient, wasn't--" His words stopped as he caught sight of Sudou. He had rolled onto his side. His T-shirt and briefs were still in place. "Didn't I tell you to take those off?"
"Ryousuke, let's get a room. This isn't--"
He knelt beside him.
"I'm disappointed. Where's your spirit of adventure?"
"Maybe I left that in my pants, too."
Sudou's voice was uneven. How much further could he push his control?
"Hmm..." He cupped his hand over Sudou, judging his length. "No. I don't think anything else would have fit in those jeans."
"When did you--you were never like this."
"Are you sure?"
"Ryousuke..."
"I'll make it simple, Sudou. I like it here and I'm not ready to leave."
Sudou snagged hold of his sweater. The movement of the knit across his nipples felt good. Ryousuke shivered.
"That's better, Sudou. You know what I want? I want to fuck the man who would have taken me up against the wall in Family's. I want--"
He nearly lost his balance as Sudou pulled him forward. He steadied himself with a hand on Sudou's hip.
"You know what I want? I want you to stop talking. Start kissing me again or I'm not getting naked."
Ryousuke slid his hand along the back of Sudou's thigh, then played his fingers over the bones of his knee.
"Is that a threat?"
"Just the truth--stop that." Sudou drew his knee up and away, exposing his inner thigh. "That tickles."
Ryousuke stroked down low between his legs.
"Are you nervous?"
"What? Of course not!"
"Have you ever been taken, Sudou?"
"Not by anyone who talked so damned much."
Ryousuke followed the line of Sudou's briefs back up the crease between thigh and groin. He paused over his femoral artery. Sudou's heart was pounding, racing wildly.
You're going to snap any second now, aren't you, Sudou?
Ryousuke's hand shook slightly. Knowing his effect on Sudou's control brought a rush that was better than sex. He pressed him palm flat over Sudou's erection to hide the tremble in his hand.
"Want me to shut up? I will. All you have to do is take these off."
"You do it."
What was Sudou's problem? Was this some strange holdover of modesty? Did he think it was acceptable to be stripped--but not to strip--in public? Whatever the cause of his reservation, it only made Ryousuke want to push him more. It was just another boundary to break.
Ryousuke took his hand off Sudou.
"Leave them on, then. It doesn't matter to me, though one would assume it's in your best interest to remove them."
"What are you going on about?"
Ryousuke held up the small capsule of lube.
"There's not much of this." He twisted the plastic tab off. "I'd say enough for one use."
He spread the gel over the fingers of his right hand, then looked at them thoughtfully.
"Huh, now I'm all messy."
Sudou grabbed his wrist.
"What the fuck are you playing at?"
"Pick how I use it, Sudou. I know I can unfasten my pants with only my left hand. Your briefs, however..."
"You shit."
Ryousuke fumbled with the waistband of his khakis.
"Too bad about your lousy night vision, you might have enjoyed watching me jack off. I guess you can listen--"
"You fucking shit!"
Sudou shot to his feet, hauling Ryousuke up as well. Somehow, he managed to divest them both of briefs and khakis before Ryousuke could catch his breath.
"Someone needs to teach you a lesson," Sudou growled. He caught Ryousuke's hand in an almost painful grip and brought it between them, spreading lube on both of them. "It wouldn't kill you to share."
Ryousuke gasped as Sudou forced his hand to wrap around both of their slick erections. Sudou let go then, and grabbed at his hips. Ryousuke surged into him, knocking them both to the ground.
"You think you're going to teach me?"
Ryousuke thrust hard against him and laughed as Sudou met his movements. This was it. This was perfect.
"Unless you're too stupid to be taught."
Sudou wrenched Ryousuke's head back by his hair and bit his neck. He returned the favor by digging his nails into Sudou's hip. He wanted to leave marks. They wrestled together, thrusting and biting, and gasping insults.
Afterwards, Sudou lay on top of him, cheek against his chest. Ryousuke dragged his fingers through Sudou's hair and concentrated on just breathing. The grass was making his legs itch. They'd rolled halfway off the blanket. Sudou's hair was surprisingly soft. He liked it.
After a few minutes, Sudou sighed.
"Shit, was that sex or a fight?"
Ryousuke shrugged. It was a good question, and yet... it probably didn't matter.
"The best of both, I think."
"Ah." Sudou nodded. Ryousuke continued to pet his hair.
They lay together for a while longer before Sudou sat up and pulled his T-shirt off. Apparently he didn't have problems with being naked now. He held it out to him.
"Here, you can clean up."
Sudou stood and went over to pile of his clothes. Ryousuke wiped the T-shirt across himself and pulled his pants back up.
"Crap, even my cigarettes are in the car."
"Next time, we're going to have to do something about this lack of preparation, Kyouichi."
"Next time, Doc? Shit... Next time I'm wearing cargo pants and one of those vests with all the pockets--"
"And every pocket will be filled."
"You got it."
Ryousuke scooped up the blanket, then put his arm around Sudou's shoulders and lead him back up the path.
+ + +
The silence in the car was almost comfortable this time. Which was kind of odd, if he thought about it.
You are thinking about it, Kyo. No wonder this isn't more awkward, your brain's still foggy from sex.
That wasn't right, though. He didn't feel foggy; he felt... Well, he wasn't sure. Calm? Was that it? Centered? Heh. Wonder what Ryousuke would think of that.
Fighting with you is verbal yoga, Doc. And screwing you? What can I say? I'm fucking tranquil now.
Yeah. Well, whatever it was, he wasn't complaining. He reached for the stereo and bumped into Ryousuke's hand. Ryousuke had been reaching for it, too.
"Sorry," Kyouichi said.
"No, it's your car. Go ahead."
Kyouichi pulled his hand back.
"It's okay. You hate the same music I do, remember? We're okay."
Ryousuke hit the power button, then turned the volume down. Kyouichi nodded in satisfaction. This wasn't bad at all.
Still ... was there something he was supposed to say? "Hey, that was great" or "Thank you" didn't seem to cut it. He wanted to ask, "When are we going to do this again?" But he knew better than that. The mood was good now; he didn't want to spoil it. Next time maybe they should take separate cars. Better not to have this calm afterwards than to spoil it by saying the wrong--
"Where are you staying tonight?" Ryousuke asked. "You're not driving all the way back."
"Thought I told you. I'm crashing on the floor at my cousin's. In Maebashi."
"I see." Ryousuke was silent for a moment. "We should take separate cars next time."
Now just wait a minute.
"Don't like my driving?"
"It's out of your way, taking me back and turning around again."
"Nothing wrong with carpooling."
"It's wasting your gas."
"I drove across the prefecture to be with you, Doc. Don't tell me that was a waste."
"Not just to see me. You're visiting your cousin--"
"He's a convenient excuse. Don't fool yourself, I came for you."
"Ah."
"It was worth it."
"Next time, we'll meet somewhere. Get a room somewhere equally distant from both of us."
"Aw, now I'm disappointed. No more naked games on the grass?"
"It's September, Sudou. Much longer and it will be too cold even for you."
"Hey, the whole outdoors thing was your idea."
"What part of 'parking lot' doesn't fit your definition of outdoors?"
"Point taken. But that wasn't premeditated."
"Right. And there's a perfectly innocent explanation for your having blankets so conveniently handy."
"There is."
"Explain it, then."
"It's because of my cousin."
"Let's see if I've got this right. Your cousin was the hapless victim of a gang of blanket thieves, and you're on a mission of mercy--"
"Whoa, whoa."
"--bearing linens and other dry goods to the crime-ridden--"
"You're crazy, Doc."
"You like it."
"Yeah." Kyouichi smiled at him.
"Now explain, because I'm still quite certain your blankets-in-the-back routine meant you were hoping for a little outdoor action."
"I've stayed at my cousin's once before. This time I'm prepared--"
"With blankets, maybe."
"Am I the only one here with functional pockets? You could've--"
"I would have, if we'd taken my car."
"Ah, you know you wanted to take my baby out for a spin." Kyouichi patted the steering wheel.
"Maybe if your 'baby' wasn't four-wheel drive."
"I keep telling you, it's the only way to--"
"What were you saying about your cousin?"
They were almost back to the restaurant.
"Hmm? Oh. I think he makes it to a laundromat about once a year. I might give the odd public blowjob now and again, but I'm not that adventurous. No way am I sleeping in his bedding again."
"Did you call ahead? Perhaps National Laundry Day was last week."
"I'm not joking."
"No, I believe you. He sounds like someone I know. Still--"
Damn. They were back.
"--what's better? His bedding or a blanket that you know has grass and sweat and ... stuff on it?"
"Did you get lube on my favorite blanket?"
Ryousuke smiled enigmatically.
"You should know better than to use your favorite like that." He unfastened his seat belt.
"It wasn't my favorite before. Listen, Ryousuke, I--"
Ryousuke leaned over the gearshift and kissed him briefly.
"We'll talk again, Sudou. So don't say anything now."
"I... This was--"
"Don't make me tell you to hush." Ryousuke stroked his cheek. "You know how to contact me. We'll talk about what this was later, EvoKing."
"Fine. Later."
Ryousuke got out of the car. Kyouichi watched him unlock his FC. At least the abrupt ending to the evening had kept him from saying something stupid. Ryousuke had seemed to sense that he needed that.
Kyouichi waited until Ryousuke pulled out of the lot before heading towards his cousin's. It was good to know that he and Doc were still on the same wavelength.
+ + + + +
Keisuke woke up, stretched and yawned, and reached under his bed for a T-shirt. He wrinkled his nose as he pulled it over his head. It was almost time to bribe Tsugumi to do some laundry. She criticized and complained, but always took the opportunity to augment her allowance. He sniffed the shirt again and decided not to wear it.
He wandered down the hall to the bathroom. There was no horrified gasp from Tsugumi upon seeing him in his boxers, so he figured it was pretty late.
There was something he was forgetting. Surely it couldn't be too important.
Brushing his teeth, he noticed a bruise on his neck. Those drives with Hitomi were getting better all the time. He'd been out with her so late, he hadn't even showered last night. He might as well do it now.
He shucked off his boxers, opened the shower door, and stepped on something that squelched under foot.
"Eeew! Get it off!" He hopped back on one foot, trying to kick the cold, wet, clinging thing off his left foot. Then he blinked.
"Oh, it's just a pair of pants."
A pair of pants?
A soaking wet pair of his compulsively neat brother's pants lying in a heap in the shower?
"Aniki!"
He knew he'd been forgetting something. Something was terribly wrong with Aniki. He rushed to his brother's room, wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Oi, Aniki!" He pushed open the door.
Damn, I really need to learn to knock.
Aniki must have had an unusually restless night. He was asleep, sheet tangled around his legs, sweater bunched around his waist, bare ass showing.
Keisuke averted his eyes, grabbed the blanket that was laying half on the floor, and yanked it up over his brother.
He sat on the edge of the bed. He should let him sleep, but he was worried. When he was worried, he always turned to his brother for help. What was he supposed to do when he was actually worried about him? Aniki never slept so late, Aniki never abused his wardrobe, and Aniki never slept naked--and his first fleeting thought upon seeing him like this would probably scar him for life. He was not supposed to think that his brother had a cute butt, nicer than Hitomi's even.
Shit! Stop thinking that!
"Aniki, wake up!" He shook his brother's shoulder, assuring himself that he did not sound panicked.
Disclaimer:
initial D is © Shigeno Shuichi, Kodansha, to'max, OB Kikaku. These characters do not belong to inky.
Last Revised: 3 Feb 2003