Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! There would be no other fics besides my own if I did, simply because I'd be writing the real life escapades between myself and the beautiful brothers. So nyeah! X3
"N..not finished? What the hell's going on?"
Keisuke finally stood up and looked around the room, absolutely dumbfounded but also intensely curious about his brother's odd behaviour, the man's typing irritating the blond driver as he listened to it. For a few briefs seconds it coincided with the ticking of the wall clock that hung between their bedrooms, slowly driving Keisuke into a fit. He chuffed again and whirled towards the inside garage door, slipping his shoes on and digging in his pocket for his keys, the placement of them and his wallet an automatic thing after so many years of bolting on a whim.
His car shone in the bright light of the garage's overhead lamp, its yellow a distinct shade against the pale backdrop of the white FC beside it, his hands itching to hold the steering wheel as he walked past the older car, his fingers once again caressing its slightly pock marked hood. It didn't even dawn on him that it might have been an unconscious thing for him to do, the car being an extension of Ryosuke's body after all. He pulled the FD's door open and slid silently inside, jabbing the garage door button violently and waited patiently as it rolled up, adjusting his mirror even though it was in the perfect position already, idly digging through his console for the stack of CD's he kept handy. Finding one he enjoyed he popped it in the system, the car's interior immediately blasted with a deep rumble of euro beat. He smiled and slipped the key into the ignition, turning the bright beast on and shifting into reverse, his hands and feet moving as if willed by an outside force.
The car backed out worry free onto the black top roadway, Keisuke immediately throwing it into first gear as he tore off, what little gravel his driveway had brought onto the road spewing up in a heavy cloud, he and his car gone long before the next driver came up the street, unaware that they had missed seeing a brilliantly pulled off peel out.
The sights in Takasaki city, what few there were, whipped past as Keisuke drove into the downtown core, passing the local supermarket and right away noticing his mother's car in the lot, silently snickering to himself as he drove past, knowing that his room was still an absolute mess but he had the FD's keys in his possession, the threat of a lost set fading as quickly as the town as he headed for the open highway. It couldn't hurt to drive Akagi a bit more, even if it was during the day. He favoured a slower, more refined pace in place of a crash, should he round the wrong corner and come face to face with a van filled with a laughing foreign family, visitors to the mountain's heights and welcome centre.
It took a mere eight minutes for him to make it to the top, slowly easing the yellow machine into a spot in Project D's preferred gallery parking lot. He exited without flourish as there were no opponents to intimidate and shuffled to the centre for a drink, the noisy machine spouting out a can of coffee, his body still on a caffeine low as he slowly remembered leaving his half empty cup steaming on the kitchen table. He walked back to the edge of the lot and leaned on the railing, taking in the higher sights of his hometown. He would have been content to stand there and ponder for the rest of the day, had his ears not picked up on the high whine of a familiar engine coming into the area, giving a quick turn of his body only to rest his ass against the barricade and cross his legs at the ankles.
He stared down the hood of the orange S14, sighing to himself as he realized he hadn't even called Kenta yet to tell him they wouldn't be going to Saitama that night, his unoccupied hand lifting in a welcoming wave as the other blond driver slowly got out and walked over. His step was unusually chipper and Keisuke suspected something was up, waiting patiently for the other to get his own coffee.
"I suppose I should've expected to see you here, Keisuke-san. I was just out trying to keep myself busy until tonight.."
The younger driver trailed off as he saw the slightly dazed look on Keisuke's face, stepping a bit closer and clutching the can tightly in his fist.
"Keisuke-san? Are you ok? You look kinda tired."
"I'm fine, Kenta. Just thinking about tonight. Aniki said he has plans for us and I can't go out. Fumihiro's running the meeting so if you wanna go to that, you can. I know Fujiwara will be there so you'll have someone to talk to anyway."
He sipped his coffee and let his eyes close, still feeling as sleepy as he had right after he woke up.
Kenta could only stare with a look of shock normally reserved for people recently told that they had some debilitating disease, the hand holding his coffee lowering until the brown liquid slurped out of the hole and dribbled to the ground. It was a terrible thing for him to find out but the two drivers had been friends long enough that he didn't think Keisuke was purposely brushing him off.
"H..hai. I guess we could try again next week or something. I mean, the club's in the worst part of Saitama. Who knows what kinda trash we'd be dancing with."
Keisuke flicked his eyes back open and nodded, tipping his head back and finishing off the strong brew before tossing the can over Kenta's shoulder, the small item noisily clanging off the sides of the steel garbage can. He didn't like to lie to the devoted young driver but he doubted that Kenta would be excited to hear that he'd been successfully seduced by his older brother.
"I guess he thinks it's important or he wouldn't ruin my plans. Plus he's blowing off a meeting so it's gotta be something good. Maybe he got word on the new course we're headed for. Anyway, I'll see you later. I've still got some stuff to do before he wants me back home. "
He hurriedly jumped back into the FD and roared the engine to life, the turbines whirling endlessly as he backed up and tore off, his arm out the window in a wave reminiscent of a victory salute. He could do a bit of shopping for himself, figuring that it would be a long night with Ryosuke, the possibility of food in the works as he cruised into the closest restaurant. Kenta meanwhile, stood stock still, his hand dropping the coffee and leaving it where it lay, slowly bowing his head as he sniffled pathetically. "Keisuke-san…"
Ryosuke had had a very productive morning so far, the new stats for Project D fully uploaded and the location of the new course slated to be scouted soon, the paper pad beside him filled with notes, various post-its stuck to the sides of his bulletin board as well as the desk edge. He sighed out loud and sat back in the plush armchair, resting his head against the back of it and closing his eyes, the lack of sleep finally catching up to him as he felt the first vestiges of fatigue. Three days straight seemed to be his limit, his wrinkled laundry pile showing proof of his late night sessions with his laptop, the medical paperwork finished as well.
He yawned loudly and stood up from the comfortable chair, snatching up a garbage pail liner bag from his pile and a small purple can before padding his way barefoot to Keisuke's room, the door slightly ajar and showing every bit of mess near the opening. A sock, a tipped over can of soda, a tennis shoe left behind from Keisuke's school days. Ryosuke could feel a headache coming on but stepped into the mayhem anyway, his attention to cleanliness, although considered anal, kept him in his parents good books, his obvious white attitude in stark contrast to Keisuke's black. His room was never messy, not as long as he kept garbage bags and room deodorizer on hand.
As he cleaned, tossing everything that didn't seen essentially necessary into the small white bag, he pondered his ideas for the night, knowing that their parents would leave the house by six o'clock to go to dinner and a movie, their normal routine when the boys would be on the mountain. It didn't matter if they stayed at home either, both being of a favourable age and getting along well enough to not warrant a fight.
There were empty bags of chips and what looked like the remains of Chinese take-out, Ryosuke's nose wrinkling in incredible disgust at the once peanut butter sandwich that looked more like an experiment he had seen in the hospital's lab. He tossed it in with the rest of the mess and plopped the heavy sack down by the door, starting in on Keisuke's laundry. Thankfully clean, it was all refolded and placed in the dresser where it belonged, the shirts hung up in the nearly empty closet and undergarments tossed in the upper drawer. Making the bed completed the transformation and the elder boy stood at the door to survey his work, smiling to himself. He lugged the bag down to the garage where he tied it up and tossed it into the bin, hurrying to the downstairs bathroom where he washed his hands twice, disgusted with the grubby feeling he couldn't seem to get rid of.
The FC driver flicked his gaze to the clock on the microwave as he passed through the kitchen, picking up Keisuke's mug and dumping its contents into the sink, leaving it to be washed later as he headed back upstairs. A shower seemed to be in order, the one he took before going to the Project D meeting the day before distant in his mind as he undressed, tossing his clothes into the hamper even though he had only worn them for the first half of the day. Something about Keisuke's dirty room had made him feel as if they were as soiled as his hands felt, wanting them far away and off to be cleaned as soon as possible. He picked out a pair of underwear and a thick pair of flannel pants, the latter of which were worn in just to the comfortable point. He picked up his slippers as he stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door open so the steam could escape into his room, secretly hating the wait between showering and brushing his hair because the mirror was fogged up.
There was no ceremony in the way the elder Takahashi bathed, the water as hot if not hotter than Keisuke's, the searing liquid cleansing him as he scrubbed viciously with the washcloth, his own forest green body wash poured onto its surface to both scent him and clean him more deeply. It was a smell he found he could lose himself in, his mind comparing it to a 4am drive down Mount Akagi with the windows open in the middle of winter.
After rinsing, Ryosuke leaned back against the tiled wall, allowing the water to pelt against his chest and run down his body, his eyes closed and hands idle, not wanting to do anything except enjoy the slowly fading smell and the heat of the water. He reluctantly opened his eyes and turned the taps off, stepping out onto the mat without hesitation, knowing that his curious little brother wouldn't be home for hours still. He smirked when he looked down at the counter, remembering how the blond had leaned heavily against it the night before, his hand running across the edge before he plucked a towel from the hanger and dried off. His hair was fluffed much like Keisuke's but he immediately ran a comb through it, giving it back its normal design and smiling at himself in the mirror. He had such plans for the young RedSuns driver.
Once slipping into his clothes, the FC master stalked to the family room downstairs and flopped into the plush couch, tucking one leg under himself and draping the other over it, picking up the heavy volume sitting on the side table. 'The body And Its Weaknesses' the title read, a book his father had brought home years before. Ryosuke had read through it a thousand times by the time he had entered med school, the basic ideas of how a body worked filling his head and preparing him for the road ahead. He flipped it open to the bookmarked chapter and picked up where he had left off a week before. He had four hours until Keisuke came home. Just enough time to finish his chapter and tell his shortly arriving parents what the nights plan was.
In the middle of the music store Keisuke halted his steps, arms filled with the newest CD's he had pined over for weeks, having decided he needed to add to his ever growing collection of tunes. He bent over and spied a CD by the counter, one he had been waiting months to buy, its release date changed and changed again until finally, it was given to its waiting public. He cheerfully plopped the stack he held down so the girl could start ringing him in, adding the euro beat mix to the top and smiling cutely at her, noticing right away that she blushed and looked away. /Heh. Still got it. / Even if he had no time for them, girls still fascinated the younger Takahashi. He'd never deny his love for them in the long run.
Paid up and happy, the FD driver hopped back into his prized possession and headed for home, the sun barely peeking out from behind the mountain as he drove, a sure sign that it was getting close to his 'curfew'. With a nervous chuckle he turned the car into his driveway, returning it to its resting place and sitting silently in the confines of the warm interior, intensely curious but also worried about the night ahead of him. With a sigh, he hefted himself out and went back inside, his mother's shoes reminding him of the impending peril he had created for himself, his room still a horrid mess in his mind's eye.
He fairly ran up the stairs at the sound of his father's voice, completely bypassing Ryosuke in the living room, hoping that they hadn't seen his living space yet but thinking that they had, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. / Good god, she's gonna kill me. I should've fucking cleaned it before I left// Gaining the top of the stairs, he saw the light on in their bedroom and two sets of feet passing by the door, sighing heavily with relief before tossing his door open and staring. He didn't even have time to blink before his mother came up behind him, her hand on his arm scaring him suddenly as he whirled to face her.
"Kaa-san! Ano…how was your shopping?" He was red in the face and close to fainting, uncertain as to what had saved him. "Too-san said you wanted me to clean up a bit?"
The dainty woman nodded and removed her hand from him, moving it back up to where she was half finished pinning her hair back.
"It was an idle threat, Keisuke. I had to come in to get your window open when I cleaned the bathroom last, just to air it out and I was disgusted by the way it looked in here."
She smiled warmly and pecked him on the forehead with a light kiss, a loving gesture the woman had done since Keisuke was a baby. "Just don't let it get as messy as it was before."
The surprised uphill specialist blinked and nodded stupidly, hurrying past her as she walked back to her room, throwing Ryosuke's door open and blinking again. A sound from behind caught his attention as he turned to see the elder of the two standing at the bottom of the stairs, clad only in his pants to Keisuke's eyes. He shot down the stairs and grabbed Ryosuke by the arm, tugging him back into the living room and huddling behind the china hutch so his parents couldn't see them from the landing.
"Aniki! Did you clean my room? Because I was sure I left it in a mess this morning. I mean…I'm saved. Kaa-san would've killed me!"
He stared at the stoic elder driver and was about to thank him when he was silenced by Ryosuke pushing him against the wall, their bodies effectively hidden by the hutch. The raven haired Takahashi's hands slid around Keisuke's waist as he pressed himself against him, his lips finding his otouto's as he crushed them together. Keisuke didn't protest but he whined softly into Ryosuke's mouth instead, his hands moving to wrap around the elder man's neck, completing the embrace and deepening the kiss by swiping at the other's lips with his tongue, demanding entrance.
The Comet driver was only too eager to accept, boldly licking back at the welcome invader, his hands slipping down slightly to grip Keisuke's ass fiercely, squeezing the cheeks hard enough to warrant a sharp grunt from the younger racer. Keisuke finally pulled away after thinking to himself that he had given his brother a thorough tongue lashing, his hands staying where they were as he stared into Ryosuke's dark orbs, certain that the evening would be more interesting than he had hoped.
Ryosuke finally backed off and leaned in to whisper in Keisuke's ear, his voice deep and foreboding but also warmly arousing the blond, his cock slowly swelling within his loose cargo pants.
"They'll be gone in about ten minutes. I want you to go upstairs and stay in your room once they leave." He suckled the fleshly lobe of Keisuke's ear into his mouth for a brief second and let it go with a quiet pop.
"And don't touch yourself, Keisuke. Self control is another skill I'll teach you tonight.."