Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! Takeshi and Shingo are seperate entities unto themselves and are not owned, operated or instructed by me to do anything that isn't already in their nature. In lesser terms, they boink cuz they wanna. I mean, who in their right mind would look at them and assume that they don't bang each other senseless, in the darkness of their little gallery space during every single race they've ever attended? It's inevitable. Like death and taxes. It should be changed to Death, Taxes and Initial D Man Schmex. -snickers-
Warnings: None that I haven't mentioned already. Yaoi, man schmex and swearing (because Shingo isn't complete without it). 'Course if you've gotten this far already, you're half expecting it by now.
"I don't think I locked my car..."
The innocent thought was lost in Shingo's head as he had slowly drifted to sleep, the soft snores of his lover lulling him easily, a lovely sound compared to the irritating trill of the alarmclock as it welcomed seven o'clock with a cheerful disposition. In following the tradition of young males and their hatred of the poor little black box, Shingo raised his right arm out of the warm expanse of blanket to slam his fist down upon it, its noise coming to a sudden and violent halt before he pulled his arm back and groaned.
"If I pull these covers back and the sun's not out, you're dead Takeshi. Noone in their right mind wakes up this early on a Sunday morning."
He received a chuckle and a loud yawn in response, the blankets shifting and revealing both sets of ruffled heads as the R32 driver moved the blankets with his large stretch.
"I normally turn it off before I go to bed but I was a bit preoccupied last night. I can't imagine why."
"Fuck off. I didn't hear any complaints."
Takeshi lifted the blankets and tossed them over Shingo's head before swinging himself up off of the bed, his lithe frame lumbering itself to the bathroom where he flicked on the shower and got in, moving quickly so he wouldn't have to worry about the long haired driver joining him unexpectedly.
He was washed, dried and back in the bedroom in less than ten minutes, his sleepy eyed lover lounging over the entirity of the bed, his feet poking out of the blankets where they stretched too far over the edge. The Skyline master chuckled to himself as he bent forward and gripped the other's left ankle with both hands, lowering his mouth to the exposed toes and suckling the big toe inside, swirling his tongue over its smooth surface.
The EG6 owner meanwhile, had his hands clenched in the light sheets as he lifted his head to peer down the length of his body, licking at his lips before moaning out loud, his cock snapping to attention within a matter of seconds. At the sight of the well rounded erection waking, Takeshi chuckled around the fleshy treat and let it fall from his mouth with a small pop, firmly licking the toe's pad and letting go completely to get dressed. He turned his back and rummaged through the closest dresser, bringing out a clean pair of underwear and socks.
He donned the items and found a pair of black jeans and a grey t-shirt, both garments tossed on quickly as he ran a hand through his hair to settle it where it should be. Peeking back to his sated but staring lover, he grinned and gave Shingo's right calf a smack.
"Are you going to get up or what? I'm not letting you lie around here all day."
"And why not? I'm content to be a lazy fuck the rest of my life. Besides, with this chub I've got going here, I'm not about to get up and walk around. It's kinda comfy lying down with the light breeze blowing across it.."
"God, you're so crude. No wonder you're single."
A snort and a heaved pillow later, the Civic driver hefted himself up and put his clothes on from the day before, having stayed clean since putting them on before meeting Takeshi, hurriedly moving past the taller man and out the apartment door where he was watched from the window, his hands in the air and a sour look on his face, no doubt matched by a string of curse words nasty enough to curdle milk.
He stomped back up the stairs and slammed the door closed, flopping onto the low couch without even removing his shoes.
"I fucking knew it! I didn't lock the car. Fuck knows some kid could've stolen it!"
"Stolen your car? Don't make me laugh. There's an S2000 at the end of the lot and a 240sx right at the entrance. Not to mention my GT-R. Who's gonna steal an EG6?"
Takeshi was treading into unmentioned territory and knew he'd be in for it, but an angry Shingo was an interesting Shingo.
"Are you fucking for real! Insulting my car when yours lost to an 86! Don't make me laugh!"
"Ahh...Shingo, you're forgetting that you lost as well."
"Oh, fuck that! Mine was caused by my own stupidity! I tried to run him off the mountain. He was barely infront of me. You know it had nothing to do with the car levels. Don't lie, Nakazato."
"Ohh so now it's back to Nakazato."
"Fucking right it is."
The short haired racer scooped up his wallet and keys and stuffed them into his pockets, hurriedly slipping his shoes on before heading for the door, intent on continuing with his day, regardless of the irritation he had glaring a hole into the back of his head. He turned slightly to level a matching look upon the Civic driver, his sideways little smile breaking the tension that almost didn't exist.
"I'm going out. You're welcome to stay or you can come and help me with my errands. Either way, I don't want an argument, Shingo."
The grumbled reply came just as the other driver walked over to accompany Takeshi on his daily routine, tugging the door closed behind them as they exited and headed for their respective cars, the taller man to his Skyline and Shingo to his Honda, both looking at each other over the rooves.
"I'm not going in yours again, Takeshi. Makes it look like mine's not good enough to travel in."
"It's not that. I just have more trunk space. I have groceries to do so I need the extra area."
"Ugh, fine. Just don't let me catch you snickering about your car being better...HEY! Stop laughing!"
"I can't help it! You've got that hilarious pout going on again. Now, I suggest you get in before I leave you here. I'll even let you help me pick out the groceries. I'm assuming you'll be staying a while?"
"Long enough to get comfortable but not so long that I have to change the address on my driver's license. Clear enough for you?"
"Hai, hai. Just get your ass in the car."
Takeshi slid himself in and waited for Shingo to do the same before pulling out and heading towards town, the early market open in the centre of the mountain city, easily finding a parking space near one of the entrances and locking it up before they left it alone for the morning. Shingo was already looking around as they puttered towards the stalls and open air tables, his eyes moving from one selection to the other as his lover snatched up a basket and fell into pace beside him.
It was a favourite of Takeshi's to visit the market on Sunday mornings, finding all of the fresh vegetables he so enjoyed, as well as various little knick knack things from the trade vendors, his basket already filled by the time they got to the end of the second section. With a grunt, he handed it off to the long haired driver and picked up another, right away filling the bottom with plump tomatoes, cucumbers and mixed greens in a plastic tub. Just the right fixings for a healthy salad to have with dinner.
He added mixed fruit as well as fresh cuts of beef to the order and carried the load to the car, his wallet lighter but his arms filled, his face alight with happiness as he filled the Skyline's trunk with his purchases.
"I don't normally buy this much. Sorata-san gave me a weird look when I bought four steaks from her. I guess she'll be gossiping about my love life now. About how I've got some hot date coming over to share dinner with."
"Yeah, little does she know that you've already had your share of meat for the weekend."
"Fuck, Shingo. I don't know whether I should laugh at that or give you a nice, hard slap. Your humour is so crude.."
The EG6 driver started to pout but caught himself and turned his head with an indignant sniff, waiting almost patiently for Takeshi to unlock his door again.
"At least I try to be humourous. You're stuck in that 'pickle up his ass' mode. Though it wasn't a pickle last night was it? More like a fat sausage.."
"OK! That's it. You're walking."
Takeshi flicked his own door open and got in, acting as if the other racer wasn't even standing there, the death glare on his youthful face a funny sight to the disgusted GT-R master. He started the black beast up and was beginning to back out of his space when Shingo slapped the window and pouted against the glass, wanting in badly, especially since the walk back to the apartment would set him back a good hour or so.
"Takeshiiii...lemme in. I'm not walking that far. Please?"
The pout had sold the elder driver the first time he had seen it and this time was no different, one long fingered hand slithering over to flick the switch and allow the pathetic soul inside, holding off in his reverse until the seatbelt was in place. His tires squealed as he tore out of the paved lot and back towards home, careful enough to stop slowly for each traffic light to save his fruit. Nothing irritated him more than bruised fruit. He actually threw apples away that had bruises. Their overly sweet taste and obviously lumpy look bothering him to no end.
They parked once again in the spot marked '204' and both men walked to the trunk to unload, Shingo with an armload of goodies and Takeshi with only the one remaining bag containing the meat, the trunk lid slammed down securely before they waddled their wares up the steps, Shingo sighing irritatedly while his lover unlocked the apartment door.
The bags were dumped onto the kitchen counter and once their shoes had been removed, Takeshi started in on putting everything away, dodging the long haired driver as he huddled in the small room, unsure of what to do with items that had no specific label of where they went. He held a small package of spinach flavoured soba noodles out as if it were live ammunition, one eye closed as he pondered where a man would keep such an item.
Once deciding on a spot, he opened the small cupboard above the sink and slid it inside, closing the door and moving on to his next puzzle piece. A jug of milk, obviously went in the fridge, he thought. He stepped past Takeshi and set it on the highest shelf, a grin on his face as he dove for the last bag, finding a pineapple, strawberries and a small bundle of bananas.
A solitary banana rested in a basket on top of Takeshi's kitchen table so the new bunch went in with it, the pineapple turned over and over in his hand before the wiser of the two snatched it up and placed it in the crisper drawer in the fridge, his handful of steaks sitting beside it in the meat drawer. The strawberries however, Shingo was loathe to put away. He loved the little round goodies. With nimble fingers, he cracked the container open and popped one into his mouth when he thought the taller man wasn't looking, a guilty feeling washing over his face when he lifted his head, only to look into a set of wide, dark eyes.
"Sneaking my berries, Shingo?"
He got a mumbled affirmative before the Honda lover snuck two more of the ripe fruits and palmed them while setting the now half empty package on the bottom shelf of the fridge. He chuckled to himself as he walked out into the livingroom, suddenly leaning forward and holding as hand up to his chin, the bright red juice of a burst berry dripping down from his lips. He knew Takeshi would kill him if he got any on the light coloured carpet so he swallowed what he had in his mouth and hurried to the bathroom, quickly rinsing his face and washing his hands of the deliciously sticky juice.
The Skyline master meanwhile, had taken the small package out of the fridge again and walked into the livingroom with it open in his hand, one particularly ripe looking berry held in his other hand, dark eyes pondering its existence before he leaned over the back of the low couch and held it infront of Shingo's lips.
The younger man wasn't about to let such a nice treat to go to waste so he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, gently lapping at the firm flesh, the tiny strawberry hairs tickling his tongue before he pursed his lips and kissed it. It was a seductive thing indeed and Takeshi moaned softly, pushing the cool fruit even further against the already juice reddened lips, wanting to see it disappear.
There was a light chuckle before a set of slightly off centre but dazzlingly white teeth bit into the poor dessert, slowly closing around it but missing most of the juice as it once again dribbled down onto Shingo's chin. He chewed quickly and licked at his lips, his eyes cast upon the strangely acting elder driver.
"Mmm...you're already spoiling me, Takeshi. What's this for?"
"Nothing really. I was just feeling kinda..."
"Horny?"
"Mmhmm..."
Shingo snickered dangerously and the still standing driver quirked an eyebrow, suddenly afraid of what he had just stepped into. Lifting the rest of the berry to his own mouth, he bit it off of the green stem and walked back to the kitchen, tossing it into the trash and returning to a sight that made him blush instantly.
The Civic lover had started to undress, the pale hue of his skin still shocking the eternally tanned Nakazato, his eyes drifting down a chest well formed by years of driving, his shoulders muscled enough to be called powerful. There was a feral gaze coming out from behind the fall of brown hair as Shingo stared up at his lover from his slightly bent over position, his hands busily undoing his pants and removing his underwear and socks, wanting to be naked right then and not a second later.
The Night Kids leader swallowed audibly as the now naked Shouji got down on all fours and crawled towards him, the plush carpeting keeping his hands and knees comfortable before he sat back and looked up, both hands wrapping around Takeshi's fly where they made short work of the dark material. He was already moaning by the time Shingo had pulled the unwanted clothing down around his ankles, mindlessly stepping out of them and his underwear, his socks remaining but it didn't seem to matter to either man.
Lifting his hands, Takeshi fisted them in the other driver's hair, loving the feel of it, so silky and soft compared to his own stiff bristle like mop. He licked his lips and stared down into the lusty gaze of the dangerous downhiller before tossing his head back and crying out, totally unprepared for the assault Shingo had launched on his cock, his cool right hand holding him firmly as that warm wet tongue slithered around the head, noisily slurping at the smooth skin.
It was an experience the elder male would never tire of, unless it was done badly, and since his last girlfriend more than five years earlier, he hadn't felt it done so well. His mouth hung open as he panted, his hips thrusting minutely as he scratched at Shingo's scalp, almost using him as he drew dangerously close to his end, the addition of teeth along his shaft making him wail loudly, his ass clenching as he fought to remain standing.
The EG6 driver smirked around his oddly strawberry flavoured treat and moved slightly more viciously upon it, his left hand lifting to palm the small sac beneath, gently tugging the globes inside and fondling them lovingly, even giving them a gentle squeeze every now and then as a change in pace. The telltale throbbing and suddenly pulsing at the base of the shaft told him he had done a good job, Takeshi's hands holding tightly enough to hurt him as he came into the warmth, his hips snapping hard as he emptied himself violently.
Shingo sat back on his heels to admire his work, licking his lips and smirking, his own cock moving with his pulse as it sat against his belly, noticably interested in the goings on. He lowered his right hand and stroked it lovingly, moaning loudly as it reacted with a strong throb, his face flushing from the heat of arousal. He heard a small thud infront of himself and peeked one eye open, spying Takeshi on his knees as well, still breathing heavily as he shifted closer, his arms out to wind around the long haired driver's neck.
"Gods, Shingo. That was so good..."
"I thought you'd like it. I'm actually surprised you lasted that long. You felt like you were gonna blow the minute I touched you."
Because of the way Shingo was seated, the elder man could easily settle over his lap, his legs spread and crotch grinding invitingly against the other's, dipping his head to the side to lick at the Honda driver's left ear, suckling the lobe in and moaning lustily, trying to get the point across of how horny he truly was.
The Night Kids driver #2 was no fool and he moved both hands to cup Takeshi's ass, lifting him slightly as he allowed his lover to hold him so he could position at his entrance, forgoing lubrication because of the simple lack of any, silently praying that it wouldn't hurt as badly as he thought it would. With little ceremony, he lowered the taller man onto himself, letting go as the head slipped inside, a low hiss issuing from his lips as Takeshi dug his fingernails into his back viciously.
It was painful for the short haired driver but he clenched his teeth and settled completely, giving his hips a strong wiggle before tossing his head back and grinning at the ceiling, the strong thrusts coming from his lover being punctuated by stiff grunts.
"Ahh, Shingo...my god this is fucking amazing.."
A nod and a growl from his lover was all he got, the younger man's body set to explode the moment he entered the tight space, only being able to hold off for a short few minutes before holding Takeshi down and thrusting hard into him, his growl turning into a quick snarl as he emptied inside of him, not even realizing the mess he had made because they had moved faster than common sense could dictate.
With a shiver and a light moan, Takeshi lifted himself up and allowed his lover to fall back, snickering slightly as he once again took the initiative and fetched a cold cloth from the kitchen, giving the long haired driver a wipe before taking himself to the bathroom and cleaning up. He left the small room and went back to the livingroom, light snores making him smile as he noticed Shingo had fallen asleep on the plush carpet.
He smiled and tugged the folded fleece blanket from the armrest of the couch, snuggling himself alongside the other and covering them with the soft, fluffy material. Surely a small nap in the middle of the day couldn't hurt. He yawned and rested his head on the younger man's shoulder, lightly pecking him on the cheek before falling asleep again, enjoying the warm embrace.
