Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! I do own cosplay Shingo and Takeshi outfits that come in quite handy when sneaking up on my Night Kids loving friend Omochao Pururu. Especially in shower related meetings. There's nothing hotter than wet boys, even if it's cosplay based.
Warnings: Water sex, adult language, kitty related mishaps. Mollie's people too! She said so.
Notes: This will be the longest I've ever spent with Takeshi and Shingo in one place before. I'm surprised they haven't tried to murder me yet. Thanks again to Omochao for being so supportive and please, dear readers, review. I'm always so shocked to see the hits count on my fics and then there's this measly little stack of reviews. You've all got something to say about it. I'm sure. –glares a bit and shakes fist-
It was already dark by the time Shingo woke from his carpeted bed, his eyes opening slowly as he coughed out loud, brushing at his face to rid himself of the suffocating fluff that seemed to be covering his nose and mouth. With a disgruntled yowl, Mollie hopped away from him and hissed, giving him a nasty swat with her tail as she stalked off to the kitchen.
The long haired driver sat up and dislodged his sleeping lover, setting him back down on the comfortable floor and tugging the blanket up around his chin, groaning as he hefted himself to his feet and followed the cat, in desperate need of a drink and it couldn't hurt to check if the little animal had food and water for herself.
Finding a glass, Shingo poured himself some of the fresh squeezed orange juice from the fridge, taking a sip as he rummaged for the cat food, noticing that Mollie's dish was empty. He found a ten pound bag of kibbles in the cupboard next to the stove and scooped a half cup of the tender little bits into the ceramic dish, the little white animal screeching past him to start in on it.
Tossing the scoop back into the bag, the EG6 driver closed it up and walked back into the living room, carefully lowering himself to kneel beside the taller man as he placed his cup on the low coffee table, his hands running through the spiky but soft hair, gazing upon the serene and unstressed face of his team leader.
"Takeshi…time to get up."
"Mmmm…not yet...it's still too early…"
"It's six o'clock, dumbass. We haven't even had dinner yet and I'm starving. Get your ass up."
The brunet downhiller shoved hard at Takeshi's shoulder and toppled himself, winding up draped across him with a set of strong arms holding him down, the man's dark eyes awake enough to betray his former sleepiness.
"I've found what I want. Now to sweeten you up a little bit…"
"Takeshi! Lemme go. I want to have real food. Besides, I haven't showered in two days and I stink. Let's just eat and then we'll talk."
"Fine. Get out the steaks and set them on a plate, the rice is in the cupboard above the fridge and I'll start the salad."
"Let me get dressed first, fuck. I'm not cooking naked."
The younger man smirked and happily went off to dress and do his job, the Skyline driver's eyes following the firm ass as it waggled its way to the bedroom.
"Nice…I should get a taste of that later on…"
Dinner went well and although Shingo managed to make a terrible mess of the rice, the steaks turned out beautifully, their thickness just right for the little indoor grill Takeshi kept for use during the cooler months, not seeing the need to stand out in the dark to cook considering they were eating so late. His salad was a hit, fresh lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers all chopped thickly to make it a chunky but immensely healthy side.
Burping loudly, the long haired Honda lover sat back from the table and rubbed his swollen belly, reaching one hand out to snatch up his beer, slurping it loudly before setting the chair back on all four legs and standing up to start clearing the dishes.
"That was great, Takeshi. Do you want the dishes done now or do you leave them for later?"
"Later. It's already nine thirty. If we want to make it to the mountain in time for some practice. They're closing the base off at midnight now. I got a memo in my email last week from Saku."
The Nissan driver stood and finished clearing the dishes before flicking the lights off and packing the necessaries into his pockets, his shoes slipped on and his jacket slung over one tightly muscled shoulder, dark eyes turned to fall on Shingo as he emerged from the kitchen.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Alright. I'll meet you at the peak then. See who can get there first tonight."
Shingo chuckled and bolted for the parking lot as they left the apartment, throwing the glass doors open hard enough that they banged the sides of the building, nearly closing back on Takeshi as he moved just as quickly. The EG6 owner's car already started and his seatbelt being slung over his shoulder just as the short haired driver got into his, dark eyes glaring in his rearview mirror as he watched his lover drive off, nearly sideswiping a delivery truck as he merged into traffic.
The little Honda flew through the streets of Myogi, barely stopping for streetlights and even clipping a pedestrian whom Shingo saluted with one digit because of the woman's lack of judgment. Snickering to himself, the brunet passed the last sign that indicated the route towards the mountain and took it with all four cylinders blazing, his music pumping from the open driver's side window as he started up the hill.
Takeshi and his roaring Skyline had taken a different route, going the back way to the mountain but still appearing at the base where Shingo had only moments before passed by. Giving the black machine another shot of gas, the short haired driver sent himself upwards at breakneck speed, the road signs and asphalt streaking past before he encountered a set of taillights. He smirked and squealed around the oncoming corner before flooring the accelerator, catching up to the candy apple red Honda.
Shingo peered into his rearview just as the Nissan's lights blinded him, swearing to himself as he stepped harder on his own pedal.
"Fuck! How'd he catch me so fast? That goddamn 32…"
The fifth corner was coming up and Shingo braked hard, throwing the car into a tight drift with barely two centimeters between his bumper and the guardrail, the Skyline's lights fading for a second before reappearing right behind him, his eyes narrowing as he forced the little engine to work harder.
He knew it was impossible for the EG6 to beat the R, but he tried anyway, a loud burst of backfire echoing down the mountain just before Takeshi pulled out to take the outside before the last corner, immediately becoming the inside as the road turned, his powerful engine hauling the heavier car around and out of Shingo's sight.
The jilted Honda lover slammed his hand down on the center of his steering wheel causing the horn to go off, angrily throwing the car around the light corner towards the gallery parking lot, careening into his space next to Takeshi and pulling the parking brake with enough force to strain his bicep.
He threw his door open and trudged out, a sour look on his face as always.
"It's always a fucking race with you, isn't it! You know my 6 can't go that fucking hard uphill! That's why you're the uphill genius!"
"You're the one who accelerated as if you wanted a race, Shingo. Besides, I said back at home that it was gonna be a bit of a challenge."
The longhaired driver snorted and turned around, walking off to the edge of the lot where the wooden railing marked the edge of the mountain, the lights of Myogi shining up at the two lovers. Shingo caught his breath and stumbled a bit as Takeshi stepped up behind him, wrapping both arms around his waist and pulling him back to snuggle.
"It's been so long since we started driving, eh Takeshi? We were both so young. I remember your first accident and how mad your Mom was when I drove you home afterwards."
"Yeah. My Dad was even less impressed. He paid to have the car fixed and then I sold it. My R's been there for me ever since." He kissed Shingo's hair lightly and nuzzled into it, snuffling the non-sweet smelling strands, remembering that the other had said he needed to shower still.
"Kinda like me, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess so. You've been there for me forever, Shingo. Thanks."
"Mmhmm. I guess now that we're officially together, we can't argue with each other over being too close. I like being this close to you. Just…maybe not in public yet."
"I wouldn't show it off in public yet either."
Shingo purred as he allowed his eyes to close, resting both of his hands on Takeshi's as they enjoyed the silence on the mountain, the comforting feeling broken only by the taller man's sudden coughing, a laugh mixed in with the harsh noise.
"I think we should get home so you can bathe, Shingo. Your hair's tickling my nose and it's kinda…gross."
The downhill master pushed himself away from his lover and turned to glare, bolting for his car and starting it up before Takeshi could even react, dark eyes watching the little red vehicle as it flew from the parking lot and disappeared around the first bend. He smirked and moved slowly to wards his car, knowing that in truth, Shingo could beat him on the downhill. The only thing was, he doubted the longhaired man's ability to avoid smashing into his beloved R.
It was a given that Shingo won their last round, his smile showing how happy he was to have still beaten the powerful Skyline. Four-wheel drive was man's best friend but only when driving in winter conditions. So went Shingo's reasoning. Otherwise, it was just a nuisance that he'd rather not deal with.
After a quick struggle along with a laughing but lusty kiss, they walked back up to the apartment, Takeshi hurrying to the kitchen to start tea while Shingo bee-lined for the bathroom, the shower running immediately while he stripped down.
The water was blissfully hot and he stood under the spray for a long time without doing anything, his hands soon finding the bottle of shampoo Takeshi favoured and squirting a dollop into his hand, his head tipped back to soak before he lathered enough for it to run down his back and tickle the crack of his rear end.
He was barely finished washing the rest of his body before a gust of cold air caught the backs of his legs, his clean but soaked face turning to peer into a set of wide set black eyes, his own orbs drifting down to get a look at Takeshi's nude body. The arousal there was unmistakable and without hesitation, Shingo reached his soapy left hand out and wrapped long fingers around it, gently tugging his lover into the hot water.
"You're welcome to join me, Takeshi. There's no need to just stand there."
"I liked watching you. All wet and soapy and naked…"
Takeshi moved forward faster than the shorter man could follow and soon found himself pressed against the back wall, his hand moving from the Nissan lover's cock to wind around his shoulders alongside its mate, his legs lifting as they were scooped up from behind his knees. It was an odd position for the normally angry Civic driver as he was customarily the seme in any of his relationships, his current one included. With a sharp moan he spread his legs slightly further and tucked them around the young Nakazato's waist, opening himself on a whim.
"You're awfully forceful, Takeshi. Does this mean you're gonna take me for a change?"
A grunt from the taller man gave Shingo the affirmative as he was pressed more tightly against the wall so his leader could gather up a palmful of the liquid sandalwood soap and slather it on himself, quickly replacing it under Shingo's right thigh to hold him more carefully in place as he slowly lowered the smaller man onto his aching arousal.
A sharp hiss of pain followed the head's entry into the tight passage and the Skyline owner bent his head forward to capture the other's lips in a forceful, smoldering kiss, the hot water only adding fuel to their fire as Takeshi started to gently push his way inside. Shingo's weight aided in the conquest and once settled completely inside, they pulled apart from the kiss, the longhaired driver's head tipped to the side as he panted loudly, almond eyes staring at his lover with something akin to hatred.
It was unheard of for the Honda master to be taken at all so it was hard for him to accept, even in such a sexually charged situation. The only lucky point for him was the friction he gained because of his groin's proximity to Takeshi's belly, his throbbing member caught between their bodies. It was being rubbed so deliciously each time the taller man thrust forward and then dragged himself from the encompassing heat, the rhythm working at the perfect speed for Shingo to start moaning his ascent.
Through sheer force of strength, the foul mouthed downhiller clutched himself closer to the other and straightened his back, crying out suddenly as the change in position forced Takeshi's next thrust to strike his inner soft spot, his cock pulsing strongly enough to leak its delicious clear fluid, the quickly cooling shower water cleaning it away.
"Ahh gods, Takeshi. Fuck I'm gonna come so hard. Just…yeah…just keep it up like that…"
There was a grin on the other male's face as he forced himself into a more animalistic mode, thrusting wantonly and gripping Shingo's thighs tightly enough to bruise, the pain only adding to the EG6 owner's pleasure. With a choked growl, Shingo came into the valley between them, his seed pulsing thickly onto their bellies, only to be drowned out by the now cold water, gooseflesh rising on his chest and shoulders as he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.
The tightening of his lover's passage was a tease to the normally strong willed Nakazato, his teeth gritted and head back as he snapped his hips with each wet thrust, forcing his essence into the hot hole before gravity, and the magic of nature, caused his now limp arousal to fall from his lover.
Before they could get out, the sated young Shoji flicked the taps off and squirmed so his feet could touch the floor, easily scooting Takeshi out and bringing him a towel, the elder man not needing a shower as he had done so that morning. With a bright laugh, Shingo hung his towel up and snuck into his lover's bedroom, snuggling himself back into the thick blankets. He loved the smell of the sheets, the soap and the scent that was distinctly Takeshi.
Giggling, he buried his head under the covers and waited for his calm leader, peeking one eye out of the navy blue comforter to watch the man approach. The blankets moved and the taller body slid underneath, both arms winding around Shingo's body to pull him close. They kissed lightly in the dark before the R32 driver's quiet snores filled the air and Shingo chuckled to himself, knowing that the night would be a good one.
/ It's Tuesday night, so tomorrow's the Project D meeting. Saturday's that big race…I wonder if we should go to watch both. I think Takeshi'd like to. He's been fawning over that 86 driver ever since being beaten by him. Myeah, that sounds like a good…a good idea… /
