Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! If I did, I wouldn't be wasting my time writing about Takahashicest. I'd be living it people! X3
"A..Aniki!"
Keisuke could hardly believe his eyes as he stared at the elder Takahashi, the slim form resting so comfortably against the door, his dark eyes alight with a mischief the blond couldn't remember seeing before. He felt a deep seated shiver course through his body, lingering at the base of his spine before he broke out in gooseflesh, tugging his towel up to cover his obvious nudity.
"What are you doing in here? I thought I could shower in peace for fuck's sake!" He grumbled and huddled pathetically behind the fluffy material, unsure of what to do next, simply because movement involved either finishing and revealing his body again or standing there with a stupid smile on his face, blushing like a fool. "You have the worst timing, as usual."
Ryosuke could only chuckle quietly, his eyes never leaving the young driver, the look on his face unnerving to Keisuke who shifted uncomfortably, obviously irritated to have been interrupted.
"There's no need for you to swear at me, Keisuke. We've shared this bathroom since we were children. What makes tonight any different?" He pushed himself up from his leaning position and turned his back, remaining in the bathroom but giving Keisuke the privacy he so desperately needed. "Go ahead and dry off if you're going to just stand there and pout at me."
The FD driver angrily stuck his tongue out at the back of Ryosuke's head, stifling the need to tell him where to go in favour of drying sufficiently enough to keep his sheets dry, his hair quickly drying in its frizzed, windblown state. He chuffed indignantly and ran both hands through it before hanging the towel back up and snatching up a pair of shorts he kept for lounging after a shower, the light terrycloth material immensely cozy against his skin.
"Ok Aniki, give. Why were you spying on me while I was in the shower? You couldn't have been standing there long because I even looked before continuing. I remember all too well how you used to sneak up on me when I was sure I was alone." He crossed his arms over his own chest and mimicked perfectly Ryosuke's content stance, leaning his ass back against the vanity counter, purposely making fun of him. "And…how long were you standing there anyway?"
The genius FC driver chortled to himself and walked over to the other, unwinding his arms and smoothly slipping them around Keisuke's waist, closing the distance between them so that none remained, his clothed, albeit quite wrinkled, body pressing against his brother's warm and intoxicating form.
"Long enough to listen and enjoy." His eyes smiled as he stared into Keisuke's dark orbs, his hands uncrossed behind the younger man's back so he could palm the scantily clad bottom, the scent of roses and citrus strong in his nose, making him both lightheaded with pleasure and giving him a headache, a minute pain he was certain he could handle considering the situation.
There was no struggle from the snarky younger sibling, his eyes wide as he stared unblinking at his brother, absolutely sure that he had been neglecting himself and his sleep. /What's he doing! I don't think I've even seen him look at anyone this way before, let alone be seductive enough with it to turn me o… / Keisuke cut off his current thought with some reluctance, not wanting to seem aroused in front of his idol, not to mention seeming utterly stupid for even thinking about a relationship with the elder man. He swallowed audibly and brought both hands up to rest on Ryosuke's shoulders, fisting in the light formal wear, the button up shirt wrinkling under the pressure. Keisuke seriously doubted his own sanity, feeling much like the crumpled shirt.
"Aniki? What are you doing?" He asked once sure that his voice wouldn't crack with adolescent nervousness.
"Just enjoying your company, Keisuke. Why? Does it bother you?"
The younger Takahashi shook his head and blinked somewhat innocently, having secretly dreamt about this moment for years.
"Iie, it's just…wrong I guess. I mean…we're brothers."
Ryosuke laughed out loud this time, a sound that would shock any number of the Project D members, their ears still virgin to the FC driver's laughter.
"Then consider me corrupt. I'm unable to see fault in it."
The raven haired racing specialist smirked then, dipping his head forward and immediately suckling at Keisuke's left earlobe, holding him as close as he possibly could, breathing heavily and giving the bit of flesh a gentle nip every now and then, releasing it with a quiet pop and moving to look the blond back in the eye.
"There are few things I enjoy as much as I enjoy you, Keisuke. Remember that. Not even driving thrills me as much as seeing you in a state like this, so easily subdued and panting from such a simple act."
He lowered his eyelids slightly and pulled his hips back and away from Keisuke's lower body, his right hand slipping between them to softly cup the hidden area, gaining a grunt and a buck of the slim hips, his mouth pulled into a wry little smile. Had he truly gone too far this time? Seducing his little brother and going about it shamelessly? He inwardly shrugged and fell to his knees, settling comfortably before tugging the warm shorts down around Keisuke's ankles.
The younger man's cock was so unlike his own, its lilt tipping it off to the right hand side instead of the left, the shaft slightly thicker in the middle instead of at the base, the blond's balls gently nudged up against his body instead of holding their own in a neverending freefall. Ryosuke idly licked his lips and scooped his left hand up underneath the warm package, holding the small globes carefully as his right hand wrapped around the width of Keisuke's cock, giving it a firm squeeze before stroking him slowly, eyeing the foreskin as it smoothed over the head and slid back again, a sensuous display if ever he saw one.
Unable to keep himself from watching, the blond street racer lowered his head and stared blankly at his brother's ministrations, grimacing and giving a sharp grunt as he was squeezed, absolutely sure that he had either drowned in the shower or had accidentally thrown his car over the last barricade before finishing Akagi, his hips unconsciously bucking forward into the tight, warm grip.
Ryosuke was having inheritantly more fun than his brother, feeling how well Keisuke's cock fit into his hand, using the skills he worked on himself on the younger Takahashi, even leaning forward and flicking his tongue across the slitted opening, laving the sensitive, reddened head with broad swipes of his tongue. Absentmindedly, Keisuke lifted his hands from the counter and threaded them in his brother's hair, not forcing anything out of him, nor being too rough as he held him tightly, needing that security of being in control even in a situation like this.
"Aniki…you…why are you doing this?" He swallowed again and let his eyes drift closed, following that with a deeply rumbling purr as the elder man slipped the entire length of the FD driver into his mouth, suckling right to the bottom and removing his hand from the boy's balls to hold his hips still, not wanting to be choked if he could help it. He backed off after a minute of silence broken only by Keisuke's deep moans, the shower even refusing to drip and spoil the mood for them, licking firmly with his tongue up the underside of the warm flesh, once again taking it in his hand to stroke as he looked up the expanse of Keisuke's abdomen and chest, keeping his mouth close to the tasty treat, spying a half open mouth and tightly closed eyes, his forehead relaxed but body incredibly tense. It was inevitable that the young driver would come, his arousal throbbing powerfully in Ryosuke's hand before he gave a strangled shout, the sound thankfully not leaving the room, his body finally releasing again, a smaller amount than what had happened in the shower, but enough to give Ryosuke a good mouthful. He swallowed and licked his lips again, savouring the taste.
"It's important for you to relax, Keisuke. The more tension you build up at home, the less perfect your performance on the street becomes." He leaned forward again and pressed a light kiss to the cock's slowly leaking tip, lapping up whatever he had missed with one quick slurp of his tongue. "I can't have you frustrated and in sexual turmoil while trying to concentrate on the uphill. It's a technique the best drivers use, although normally with their wives or girlfriends."
He chuckled and stood, running a hand through his hair before opening the door to his bedroom, looking back only to grin awkwardly at his seemingly startled brother, well aware that the boy would now be both curious and clingy, the way he got when Ryosuke had saved him from various perils as a child.
"You might want to get into bed and sleep some, Keisuke. It's almost dawn. And Kaa-san has plans for you. Something about your room being a sty and hiding the FD's keys? I suggest barricading your door or cleaning it now. She's merciless when it comes to threats."
He slipped through the doorway and closed it behind him, the latch catching and making Keisuke jump slightly, realizing that the elder man had just locked him out of his room. He stuck his tongue out this time, the chance for retaliation past and guilelessly brushed his teeth, setting the room back in order before heading back to his bedroom and hunkering down for the night, ignoring Ryosuke's warning. / Yeah..like I'm gonna clean up in here. I can barely keep my eyes open…. / He was snoring in less than a minute after pulling the covers up to his chin, one arm draped above him on the pillow while the other was stuck under the blankets, coddled against his chest.
There was barely a chance for a true sleep before his alarm went off, Keisuke's left hand snaking out from the covers to slam down on the poor black box, its shrill beeping cut off violently with a grunt from the arm's owner. He peeked an eye out from the corner of the sheets and stared at the glaring red numbers, making a dirty face before tossing the covers back and sitting up, heaving himself to the edge of the bed with a groan.
"Fuck I hate mornings…why do they always have to come so early in the day?" He stretched languidly, his toes curling from the intensity of it, even gaining himself a rewarding snap as his spine flicked back to where it was supposed to be. His wan smile was soon obliterated by loud knocking on his bedroom door, certainly that of his father because it was a soft but commanding voice on the other side, his eyes drifting to the pastel painted obstruction before it slowly opened, the dark haired head of the eldest Takahashi male poking around it.
"Keisuke? Your mother's gone shopping for an hour or so, so you've got a chance to clean up in here alright? I made sure to tell Ryosuke so you'd know ahead of time." He smiled warmly and closed the door as he went on his merry way, more than likely to the hospital where he did rounds on Saturday mornings. With a groan, Keisuke stood and rummaged through his clean clothes, picking out an ensemble in blue this time, his outer shirt the same one as the day before, the blue and red plaid easily going with either outfit.
He dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast of some kind, seeing his father as he donned his shoes and picked up his keys, the luxury car roaring to life and pulling respectfully out of the driveway, the most important Takahashi gone again for an entire day. The smell of coffee drew Keisuke to the kitchen where he found Ryosuke engrossed in the morning paper, the philosophy section open before him and a steaming cup of black coffee to his right, his clothes immaculate as usual, even though they were what the FC driver called grubbies, a pair of crisp jeans and a plain t-shirt. Keisuke poured himself a mug of the stroing smelling brew and sipped at it carefully, making a face as it burned his tongue, easily settling himself into the chair across from his elder brother.
"Oi, Aniki. Do we have a meeting tonight or is it a free night? Because Kenta and I were thinking of heading to Saitama to check out that new nightclub that opened last week." He watched his brother carefully for any sort of reaction but got none. Slightly irritated, he tried again.
"Oi! Ryosuke! What do we have planned for tonight?"
Ryosuke snapped out of his interest induced haze and blinked at his younger sibling, smiling slightly as he folded the paper and polished off his coffee.
"We have plans, yes. Fumihiro is taking over tonight's meeting but you and I won't be attending."
He stood and leaned over the blond driver, nearly nose to nose with one hand on the arm of Keisuke's chair and the other on the tabletop.
"I haven't finished teaching you the rest of the relaxation techniques yet. Do what you want for the day but by seven o'clock, be home."
It was an order not a suggestion, Keisuke stupidly nodding before Ryosuke straightened up and left the room, placing his cup in the sink and heading back upstairs, his bedroom door closing quietly and the telltale sounds of typing floating down to the kitchen. Keisuke sat dumbfounded and stared at the folded newspaper, uncertain as to what had just happened.
"N..not finished? What the hell's going on?"