Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! There would be a distinct lack of yaoi in the world if I did. I'd collect the rights to it and portion out the incestly goodness in little packets like sugar. Fifteen bucks a pop, HA!
Ryosuke blinked again and hopped back into his car, following the still quite angry FD driver as he viciously tore down the hill, missing the few pedestrians out that time of night by mere inches, the drive along the highway easier once they had spaced out a few cars between them. He watched as the younger man pulled into the driveway and let him park in the garage before following him in, being slow with it all so it didn't seem like he was pushing the boy to speak with him.
It was when Keisuke walked to Ryosuke's room and went in, leaving the door open behind himself that he hurried, curious as to what the once badass Takahashi had planned. He heard his mattress groan and smirked to himself, certain that the boy was lying on his bed. He turned off all the lights on the walk to his room and gently closed the door behind him, leaving the inside light off and stalking over. Giving the boy a once over, he undressed and went back to his flannel sleep pants, retiring to the bed as well and sitting on the side of it, his right hand burying itself in Keisuke's hair in a soothing gesture as he noticed the blankets hastily pulled over the other's body
The visibly shaking bundle shifted onto its side and a lone green eye peeked out of the soft sheets, red rimmed and wet, a sight Ryosuke hadn't seen in years.
"Why, Aniki? What were you trying to prove by doing that? I mean, I shouldn't have been there to see you but…Fujiwara? That hurts."
The elder man chuckled softly, a calming thing if nothing else, giving Keisuke a good idea of how friendly a doctor his brother would someday become.
"He asked me if you and I were lovers, Keisuke. His line of questioning threw me off guard and I was intrigued with his reaction to my answer. I only kissed him to see if he was disgusted by my orientation or not. One can never be too sure after all."
To the blond driver, it sounded like his brother was trying to humour him, to throw him off of some deeper meaning but to his upset mind, it was a great answer. He rolled onto his back and stretched both arms above his head, giving a small groan as he popped his spine. He was somewhat disgruntled to notice that Ryosuke's bed was more comfortable than his own, more than likely because the elder man spent almost half the time Keisuke did, in bed. It was late and considering the current hour, he figured his parents had decided to get a hotel for the night, a common occurrence when they went out for dinner, their father enjoying his wine as much as the next man.
"Oi, Aniki. He doesn't mean anything to you right? Like…it was just to test him?"
"Yes, Keisuke. I wouldn't enjoy myself with you only to go ahead and seduce someone else on the same night. Though I have to admit, I was upset that you had found us. He'll be on edge on Monday. Don't make any sudden movements or he'll likely have a heart attack on the spot."
The FD driver smiled and held out his right hand for the elder Takahashi, his left tugging the blankets aside so he could climb in, carefully shifting himself aside to give the other man more room, their twin beds making for a comfortable if slightly cramped sleeping space. It pleased Ryosuke to see his brother acting much friendlier than he had on the mountain, quickly giving in to the tempting image the younger sibling made. He slid between Keisuke's parted thighs and nuzzled softly under his chin, holding himself up above him before lowering to lie directly along the warm body, giving a satisfied grunt as the boy's arms surrounded his back and held him close.
/He smells like the outdoors / His mind told him, unconsciously picking up on mundane things because of their close proximity. With a slow grind of his hips, Ryosuke forced their groins together, gifting the younger male with a sharp nip under his jaw, the soft moan issued forth because of it fueling the FC driver's movements. With a swift slide, he caught his hand under Keisuke's shirt and did the same to him as he had done to Takumi, ghosting over the soft skin and flicking his thumb against the pebbled left nipple, eliciting a gasp from the loudmouthed uphiller.
Had the hour have been earlier or their night less hectic, Ryosuke would have pursued the delicious body beneath himself, most likely ravaging him to the fullest extent. As it was, his movements slowed to a more comforting, relaxing pose, Keisuke's eyes drifting closed and his form melting to the point where he was comfortable enough to start snoring softly, much to the elder Takahashi's amusement. He had wanted the blond driver to fall asleep simply because the night had been hard on him and with a sigh, he hefted himself up and off of the smaller man and tucked him in before retiring to his own room, intent on a dreamless slumber.
The night and following morning went on flawlessly, the senior Takahashi's returning close to noon, the day planned for them already as their father did his errands in the afternoon and would be leaving shortly and their mother did her large grocery run on Sundays as well. Their smiles and stiff good morning's were a welcome sight to Keisuke's eyes as he puttered around the house in desperate need of something interesting to do, finally deciding on washing the FD, an undertaking the younger driver hadn't done in months, the distinct abundance of rain during the summer months keeping it somewhat clean. He dressed in an old pair of cut off denim shorts and a loose red t-shirt, his summer sandals slipped on in the garage before he flicked the door open and backed his prized possession out into the bright midday sunlight.
The wash bucket and sponges sat on a dusty shelf in the garage, the specialty car washing soap sitting beside them, a frivolous purchase Ryosuke had once laughed at, until he had seen how white his car could actually be after one serious cleansing. Keisuke smiled as he filled the deep bucket from the outside hose, pouring the soap inside as it filled so their would be a lot of lather, quickly soaking the sponge and carrying the heavy item back out to the rear of the Mazda. With a flourish only borne of the blond's own mind, Keisuke splotched the sponge onto the spoiler and managed to soak his shirt, less than two minutes into the actual wash.
"Fuck. I knew I'd get wet but this sucks already…"
Once reaching the doors, he went back for the bucket and started in on the roof, peeking over the top occasionally at the house, watching for any movement in Ryosuke's window. Normally the elder driver was out on Sunday's, his only true free day during the week. It seemed strange to Keisuke that he'd still be inside on such a beautiful day but under the current circumstances, he didn't think it mattered really. The lemony scent of the car soap and the tolerable sunlight kept his mind occupied instead, his hands lovingly caressing every inch of his beloved vehicle, washing under the front clip and around the running lights, even going so far as to flip the headlights open and wash them as well, getting the accumulated dirt out of their housings.
Once satisfied with the outcome, he grabbed the hose from the side of the house and turned it on, pressing his thumb over the end of it to create a sharp, piercing spray, the suds and lather instantly disappearing as it was blasted off of the yellow surface. His attention turned away from Ryosuke's window, he didn't notice the set of piercing green eyes that watched him from the second floor, taking in his wet figure, the way the damp shorts clung to his legs and backside and how the t-shirt stuck just right to his back.
The dark haired Takahashi unconsciously licked his lips and went back to his laptop desk, his bedroom door closed tightly and locked securely. He had plans for his new image and bothersome interruptions weren't on his list. With a pleased grunt, he sat down in the plush computer chair and sat back, the slight tip to the chair giving him a comfortable position to rest, his right hand prying open the buttons on the front of his pajama pants, freeing his erection from the light but oddly restricting material.
The raven haired FC driver gave a sharp hiss as he wrapped long, elegant fingers around the heated flesh, tipping his head back and closing his eyes, the vision of Keisuke in the wet, revealing clothing only serving to harden him further, the sudden compulsion to masturbate after seeing him overwhelming the normally controlled racer. With gentle movements he rubbed his thumb over the warm, pulsing head, spreading what little fluid there was, unconsciously biting at the inside of his cheek as he stroked with a firm but sensuous intent, his left hand slipping down below his right to gently cup his testicles, holding them tightly and squeezing each time he lowered his other hand on his shaft.
It was obviously taboo to be fantasizing about his own brother but the simple thought of Keisuke bent over the hood of the FD caused the elder man to clench his teeth and moan deeply through them, his legs apart and the soaked shorts pulled down to rest hooked around one ankle, his ass so seductively presented as he lowered his chest to the warm hood of the car and moaned out loud, just begging to be fucked.
Ryosuke gripped himself tighter as he imagined sinking his swollen cock into the other's twitching entrance, holding the slim, somewhat womanly hips and thrusting without abandon. The moment he thought of the blissful release, the thick seed pumping into his brother's hot cavern, he ejaculated in the real world, the slippery substance bubbling up to dribble down his thumb and wrist, pooling against his belly as he rode out the harsh waves of orgasm.
Blinking heavily, he sat himself back upright and shivered slightly, the temperature in his room seemingly cooler than it had been less than ten minutes before, absentmindedly lifting his soiled hand to his lips where he licked the seed from them, quickly scooping the rest up from his belly and doing the same with it, not wishing to hunt down Kleenex and secretly enjoying the taste of himself anyway. He begrudgingly lifted himself from the chair and slipped on a light button up shirt, simply a top to wear while downstairs in the house, his slippers added at the door before he opened it and flicked the light off, wandering into the large kitchen for some dinner.
By the time Ryosuke had picked out the items he needed to make a decent meal, Keisuke was returning to the house in his wet clothing, the car now dried with a soft chamois and then buffed with the sheepskin cloth, its sparkling body parked in the garage and the cleaning accessories replaced on the shelf. He gave a short yawn before giving the clock a dirty look, not realizing that so much time had gone by. The blond rushed past the kitchen and up to his own room where he changed quickly, coming back down in cargo pants and a t-shirt, normal Keisuke indoors wear. He peeked around the kitchen door and smiled, keeping his eyes on the elder man as he moved from counter to stove to refrigerator, picking up and preparing the ingredients.
"Oi, Aniki. Do you need any help?"
"Of course I do, Keisuke. You can chop the vegetables over there."
He pointed to the cutting board already set out on the kitchen's island; carrots, onions, zucchini and summer squash sitting atop it, awaiting their execution. With a grin the younger driver picked up the heavy paring knife and started in on them, creating a large pile and tossing the garbage into the bin for recycling.
"Do you want them in the pan or just left here? I don't even know what you're making but it smells good already.."
The FC master smirked to himself and flipped the chicken he had been searing, turning with a bowl in his hand and offering it to his clueless younger brother, giving him the hint to put the vegetables into the container so they could be added to the pan.
"Here. I need to let the chicken finish and then I'll add them. You can set the table for me now. Just for the two of us though. Kaa-san's going to Hiroda-san's after her shopping and Too-san said he might be a bit late. There was an auction or something he wanted to attend after he finished his own running around. Something about hospital supplies from a closed clinic in Kikko."
Keisuke nodded and tossed his victims into the bowl before handing it back to the other and going for the plate cupboard, taking out two large square plates and two smaller ones, along with two glasses and two ceramic sake cups, knowing that the elder man loved sake with his dinner, an indulgence he'd never admit to anyone other than his own family. The table was quickly cleared of newspapers and empty coffee mugs, their mother particular in her cleaning only if she wasn't in a hurry, the dirtied cups set in the sink for later and the papers stacked on one of the unused dinette chairs.
By the time he stepped back into the direct cooking area, Ryosuke had already added the vegetables to the frying pan and was stirring them with a large wooden spoon, an emptied bottle of teriyaki sauce sitting beside the pan, its thick, sweet contents already mixed in with the hard goods. Both boys loved stir fried foods and chicken was a favourite of Ryosuke's, red meat being a problem for him ever since he was young, the meat curdling his stomach and making him ill on a regular basis. After that, their mother had insisted on white meat in the house at all times, much to Keisuke's chagrin, seeing as how the younger Takahashi almost thrived on hamburgers.
Flicking the stove off Ryosuke brought the still sizzling pan to the table and set it on the trivet placed there for just that reason, coming back to the table a second time with a serving spoon and two sets of utensils, forks and knives instead of chopsticks. Their father had almost insisted on them as his strange quirk in the family, wanting the boy's to grow up somewhat westernized, a brilliant plan considering Ryosuke would eventually be going abroad with his medical studies.
Keisuke meanwhile, had filled the glasses with water and set the chilled sake bottle down in front of Ryosuke's place, flopping himself down in the other chair and immediately serving a heaping pile of the steaming food, doing the same to Ryosuke's plate only after sampling the fare and giving a pleased sound.
"I'm glad you made dinner, Aniki. I wasn't even gonna try. It would've been ramen again or something just as easy. I can make a pot of coffee that'll get your engine running at full speed but dinner? I don't think so."
"At least you like it, Keisuke. Kaa-san would say it's still a simple bachelor's meal but I suppose that's what we are, isn't it? No girlfriends to speak of from your end of the rope and there will never be any from mine."
Ryosuke chuckled mainly to himself at his smart-assed little quip and started in on his food, finishing before the other only because he had less in front of himself, the sake going down much easier as he sat back in the hard chairs and savoured the somewhat silence in the house, the only noise being the ticking clock and Keisuke's fork on the good china.
"Tonight you'll have to sleep well, Keisuke. The meeting's going to be early because Fumihiro has the morning shift on Tuesday. You'll have to get your practice in before nine o'clock tomorrow night."
He swallowed the last of his sake and set the cup down, standing and resting his hands palm down on the tabletop, looking the younger boy in the eye as he had earlier in the week, setting himself up for a speech the other driver probably wouldn't want to sit through.
"Also, I want you to talk to Fujiwara about what you stumbled in on last night when he first arrives. He's already edgy around you and this is only going to make him more likely to shy away from simple conversation. I know it's already begun to get complicated between the three of us and I don't want it to conflict with Project D. The sooner you can get him back to the confidence level he was at, the better. I know I have a part in it too, so when the meeting's over tomorrow night, I'm going to speak with him as well."
"Now, I'm going to go back upstairs and shower before I start the new stats for the upcoming race. Kenta should be calling soon with the specifics. Do whatever you like for the night, but be sure to get to bed before midnight, Keisuke. You will need the sleep before giving Fujiwara a talking to. He's bound to drive you into a snoring fit with his blank stares."
Keisuke laughed at his brother's newest quip and stood up, clearing the dishes as the dark haired driver walked off to do his thing upstairs, mumbling to himself as he stacked the dirtied dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on.
"He is boring, isn't he? But a great driver. I wonder if he'd have gone all the way with you if you'd have asked, Aniki. I would have. Maybe he'd say no but he's kinda cute and all…"
The blond snickered to himself before laughing out loud, turning his chattering over into an internal monologue so the elder boy couldn't hear him, his mind running wild images of naked Takumi on a continuous loop.
/Maybe he'd get to know me better if I took him out for dinner or something? Like getting a girl to like you. Treat him nice and he'll open up to me. Then who knows how far things'll go. Maybe I'll bring him home and see how far he'd go with me instead of Ryosuke. Yeah…that's a plan. Heh..I bet he tastes like tofu… /