Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! Ryosuke'd be chained to my bedpost and forbidden to leave his place draped over my pillows. Don't think I won't do it…
"And don't touch yourself, Keisuke. Self control is another skill I'll teach you tonight.."
Ryosuke smirked and walked away from his ruffled little brother, picking up his book on the way back to the kitchen, waving to his parents and wishing them a good evening as he ascended the stairs, needing to set his plan into motion before Keisuke managed to find his way up there. He closed his door and set about putting things in their proper places, blankets at the foot of the bed, lubricant in the bedside table drawer, condoms along side the clear bottle, should the need actually arise for the infernal little rubbers.
The elder brother certainly knew about the blond's sexual conquests and knew he used them with the few women he had been intimate with, but he knew nothing about the other half of Keisuke's lifestyle, the roundabout romps he shared with the boys he had grown up with. He smiled to himself and sat down in the plush armchair he favoured for his computer work, leaving the laptop off and leaning back with his arms behind his head, his face flushed the barest bit, a side affect of seducing his bright brother.
Keisuke however, felt like he had lead in his belly and stones in his throat, his mother giving him a curious look before kissing him again and tossing her hair over her shoulder, her outfit immaculate as well as expensive. The eldest Takahashi took her to only the best restaurants and she proved her worth by looking every bit the perfect trophy wife for the man, her beauty emulated in Keisuke's sharp features. Ryosuke had always envied the youngest sibling because of it, the dark features of their father staring back at him everyday of his life. Not that the man was ugly, but he was certainly a different fare than their mother was.
With a wave, Keisuke saw the pair out, the car hardly out of the driveway before he plowed up the stairs and into his own room, still boggled by the neatness and searching for his comfortable clothes, finding the flannel pants he also wore and his house slippers, sliding it all on and even tossing the matching flannel top on, unbuttoned because he still felt quite hot after Ryosuke's impromptu grope in the living room. He walked to the bathroom and straightened his hair, finding his toothbrush and paste, making a quick clean before looking at himself in the mirror. Handsome, his mother would say. Pretty, Ryosuke would say. Keisuke doubted either was accurate but went with his aniki's description better, his stomach doing flops as he felt as nervous as he did before a big date. He silently wondered if it could be considered the same thing.
Four more steps and he was at Ryosuke's bathroom door, the obstruction slightly ajar but not giving the younger man a good view of what was inside, remembering that Ryosuke had told him to stay in his own room. He pouted to himself and went back, sitting down heavily on his bed, afraid to lie down in case he fell asleep. He sighed and picked up a copy of a racing magazine Kenta had left on his floor, thumbing through the various articles and growing gradually more nervous about what his brother had planned for him.
He flipped to the last page and was about to close the book when movement in front of himself caught his eye, his face tilting up to see Ryosuke in the bathroom, standing in Keisuke's doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, the ever present scowl on his face as if he were contemplating something as complicated as a drift maneuver.
"Come to my room, Keisuke. Turn your lights off. You won't be coming back for the night." He turned and stalked back to his cave, as Keisuke enjoyed calling it, the sound of bedsprings making the younger boy swallow audibly, his knees holding him up as they should. The nervousness wasn't as bad as it was before, having noticed that Ryosuke still remained in his pajamas. / Looks a bit less dominating that way. /
Keisuke barely had time to step into the FC driver's room before Ryosuke closed the bathroom door and shut his bedroom lights off, his hands finding Keisuke's in the dark as he dragged the younger man to his bed and had him sit down, loving the intimacy of the dark and being unable to see his brother's reactions. He gave the blond a shove on the chest and toppled him to the stack of pillows at the head, quickly slipping himself over onto his lap, straddling him comfortably and more than likely giving the other a good idea of how aroused he was.
The FD owner's eyes widened in the low light and he stared above him where he assumed his brother's face to be, his hands lifting of their own accord to hold the slim hips firmly above himself, giving a firm grind up into the warm body, a groan torn from his lips as his slowly waking cock met strong resistance. A deep chuckle from above signaled his brother's amusement of the situation and he stopped his motions, his hands remaining where they were, if simply for somewhere to place them.
"Aniki? It's not like I don't appreciate all this you're doing for me, but can we have the lights on? I don't like fumbling in the dark like this."
He wriggled his hips a bit to see just how solidly Ryosuke was seated upon him, noticing how the elder man swayed along with him, like a driver following the lines of his car while behind the wheel.
"It's all for your benefit, Keisuke. I suggest you take what you can from this experience and run with it. Did you not feel intensely relaxed this morning after what we did in the bathroom? I assure you, when done an hour prior to racing, you will race better than you had ever before."
The dark haired Takahashi grinned and slid himself from Keisuke's lap, kneeling beside him with one hand wedged under the other's ass, his second hand hooked into the waistband of the blond's pants. Working in unison, he tugged the offending piece of material off, tossing them over the edge of the bed and immediately attacking the younger man's semi erect cock, suckling its entire length into his mouth, working him over for a good five minutes, slowly bringing Keisuke to the point of absolute arousal but still far from completion. He lifted his mouth from the slick organ and crawled up the length of the blond's body, planting a firm kiss to his lips, slavering the taste of Keisuke's own arousal onto him, wanting the future racing star to know just how delicious he actually tasted.
He was greedy for the kiss, his right hand lifting to hold the back of Ryosuke's head, fingers fisting in the dark locks and holding him tightly against himself, his tongue lapping at the other's in a direct battle. After all, Keisuke would never succumb to being weaker than his brother, their driving skills aside. He was the dominant one sexually, having been with dozens of girls and his share of men in the past. He doubted his brother had even kissed anyone before.
The depth of the kiss he was currently involved in changed his mind however, the sneaky way Ryosuke's hand slid down his chest and teased against each nipple, muffled groans escaping into their mouths before he bucked his hips and whined, turning his head and pleading in the dark to his torturous elder brother.
"This is crazy, Aniki. If release and relaxation is all you wanted to show me, what's up with the obvious sexual tension and all the teasing? You could easily do to me what you did last night and I'd feel good afterwards.."
Keisuke blushed and was noticed as Ryosuke flicked the bedside lamp on, the bright bulb casting them in an amber-ish light, the FD driver's blush obvious and Ryosuke smiled warmly down at him, the hand that had turned the light on idly fumbling with the bedside drawer, picking out the bottle of lube and a hot pink packet, the sight of which made Keisuke's eyes widen.
"Ohhhh no, you're not gonna fuck me, Aniki! How does that relax me! If anything it'd make me more uptight and tense!"
He tried to roll off of the bed but was caught by a strong hand, the elder man's fingers wrapped securely around his cock once again, giving him gentle pumps but never anything remotely close to the pressure he felt he needed, his belly roiling from the intense pleasure it caused.
"A..Aniki…"
"What, Keisuke? What do you want?"
He licked his lips and panted heavily from the teasing strokes, his hips lifting him each time Ryosuke moved to thumb over the head of his now insistently dripping member, his legs spreading unconsciously and mind unaware of the elder man slipping between his legs, using his shoulders to hold them apart, his head tossed back and eyes closed tightly from the pleasure. Ryosuke pressed back against the blond's thighs and continued stroking him, if only to distract as he one handedly slid his own pants off, kicking them off as slowly as possible, not wanting Keisuke to get upset by seeing how fast his brother could move when aroused.
He shifted only slightly and reached for the little packet and tore it open, letting the wrapper fall to the floor and giving the younger man a wicked squeeze and then he rolled the cover over his prize, sliding it down to the curly blond locks. He was surprised the younger man hadn't noticed it yet but his hand was ever squeezing and stroking, a sensation that either blocked out other senses or numbed the blond to the point of ignorance, once again reaching to the table for the lubricant, dribbling a bit onto the tip of the condom and going on with the teasing strokes, distributing it around and flicking the cap closed, replacing it and re-straddling the FD driver's hips.
Now, Keisuke's eyes opened, once Ryosuke's hand stopped its delicious movements, his head lifting and eyes wide as his brother raised a bit on his knees, his right hand behind himself and still holding but this time upright, his hidden entrance delectably close to the throbbing thickness. With a grin Ryosuke started to lower himself, the wide head of Keisuke's member sliding right inside the puckered hole, the sensation causing the younger man to drop himself onto his back and gasp, his hips bucking automatically, causing the impaling to go a step further, nearly half of his length now buried deeply within the tight confines of the genius racer.
"Aniki! Ahh gods…" Keisuke's voice echoed noisily in the room, certainly heard throughout the home, Ryosuke thanking the gods above that he hadn't decided to do this on a day when their parents were home. He had heard Keisuke with his last girlfriend in his room banging away like bunnies but doubted their parents had heard, his voice angrily telling her to be quiet on more than one occasion. The Comet driver smirked and slid himself the rest of the way down with a deep groan, keeping himself relaxed and trying hard to not squeeze around the welcome but painful intrusion.
"Ahhh….now Keisuke, do what instinct tells you to, but do not release. This is a lesson in self control remember. I want you to fuck me as hard as you'd like. It's not as if this is the first time for me, ok? Just…do what you want but don't come."
He punctuated his sentence with a grunt as he lifted and dropped himself onto the fat shaft, his head back and hands balancing himself on the younger Takahashi's chest, thumbs idly rubbing the pert nipples.
Keisuke was only too glad to oblige his brother, his hands moving to hold the undersides of Ryosuke's thighs so he could lift him somewhat, allowing the elder man to move by lifting with his knees as well, the self of control almost lost already as his cock pulsed warmly within the tight heat. He moaned each time the dark haired driver shifted even a centimeter, suddenly doubting his ability to stave off the impending release.
"I don't know if I can, Aniki. You're so goddamn tight. And slick. Fuck, how did you take me in so easily? Even Kyoko couldn't take it all…" He blinked and blushed, embarrassed for having mentioned his past tryst with the other FD driver, his hands gripping Ryosuke's thighs even tighter as he lifted him and started to thrust hard, each deep burial accented with a sharp gasp from the elder man, his right hand leaving the blond's chest to wrap around himself, pumping slowly but enough to make himself tighten inside, the change in Keisuke's face noticeable as he felt the boy slack off just a bit, certain that with his new mission, the younger man was going to try his hardest to complete it properly.
Ryosuke doubted he could keep himself from coming and stopped stroking, his cock dribbling that delicious clear fluid, the tickling sensation slowly taking him down from his arousal, a small miracle he was thankful for. Keisuke however, was not faring so well, his hips snapping almost violently into the other's for the last ten minutes or so, his grip almost painful and certain to leave bruises. The raven haired Takahashi bit his lip and took himself back into his hand, deciding that his brother had had enough for now, his cock pulsing warmly and his belly tightening as he cried out loud enough for it to echo back sharply, thick ropes of come pushing from him, coating Keisuke's chest and belly, an errant strand landing in his bangs and dribbling down Ryosuke's hand, his strokes gradually petering out until he slumped, still taking in each of the blond's deep thrusts.
With a cry to match Ryosuke's, Keisuke opened his eyes and sat up, his hands moving swiftly from the other's thighs to his upper body, wrapping around as he held him down on his cock, his body giving short jerks as the hot liquid filled the tight rubber space, Keisuke's face buried against Ryosuke's chest as he panted heavily, his teeth clenched tightly. He finally stilled the upward pumps and flopped backwards, his rider dipping forward because of the arms around him, pulling him down to rest against the warm young body, the slowly diminishing erection slipping from the abused hole.
Keisuke was the first to move but it was almost an unconscious movement, his arms falling from Ryosuke's body, freeing the elder man from the tight grip, his back creaking as he sat back up and slid from the sticky lap. He kneeled beside the blond and slipped the soiled condom from him, pinching the open end and padding to the bathroom where he deposited it in the trashcan, quickly washing his hands and soaking a washcloth. Giving Keisuke a once over with the warm, wet cloth he went back and did the same to himself, the little bit of privacy making him feel slightly more comfortable with the act they had just committed. He rinsed it again and hung it up, walking back out and crawling onto the bed with that stoic visage back in place.
"Keisuke. Did you understand what I meant by self control? Your ability to hold off completion tonight was not too bad at all. It can always use work, but I'm sure my presence and interaction in the experiment didn't help."
He chuckled and weaved his left hand through the younger driver's spiky hair, his eyes flicking to the alarm clock, noticing less than an hour had gone by already, his body craving sleep and his mind slowly giving in to it.
"What do you say to a bit of sleep? I'm not up to staying awake much longer myself.."
Keisuke heard half of what his loving aniki had said, his mind fuzzed by the intense orgasm he had experienced and the vestiges of sleep, not even registering that he wasn't in his own bed or lying naked with his brother. He rolled onto his left hand side and draped his right leg and arm over Ryosuke's body, leeching heat from him before the elder man pulled the blankets up to cover them, burying himself under them with the scent of his brother to lull him to sleep.
There was no reason they couldn't sleep, after all, their parents wouldn't be home until past midnight, the clock barely registering half past eight. Ryosuke let his eyes close and drifted off, not hearing the distant whine of an aged engine as it coasted up the gravel driveway…