Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! Until I can find Shuichi Shigeno's house, they remain his. When I do though, be forewarned of World War III involving his security system and myself. There'll most likely be massive explosions and a bloody battle over the rights to Ryosuke's laptop. That little baby belongs on my desk, along with Keisuke's boxer shorts from a…previous encounter. –giggles-
Notes: I hope I haven't lost anyone yet in this little story of mine. I'm trying to work out the kinks for the coming chapters and the thought of Ryosuke naked with anyone keeps interfering. I'm lost to the living world, I know. Less of a warning now than a brief mention of my idiocy. This fic is of course, in the canon Initial D timeline, if altered slightly for my own ideas, but as of the Takahashi kyoudai's backgrounds or general family history, I know jack shit. I'm making things up as I go and hopefully, they haven't been too hard for my dear readers to digest. Things such as Ryosuke's allergy to red meat, his courses over the Internet and Mother and Father Takahashi's scheduling. Please bear with me as neither the manga nor the anime give enough details to build adequate backgrounds for them.
Takumi whipped his head back around from his gaze along the bar to stare at the older driver, his mouth slightly open and eyes wide as he suddenly expected the worst.
"W..what is it, Keisuke-san?"
"When we're finished lunch today, I want to know if you'll come home with me."
"I…want you."
The young 86 driver stared, stupefied by the elder racer's words, not even hearing them right as he fidgeted in his seat. He let go of the glass he was holding for fear of breaking it and sat back, ushering his hands into his lap to keep from seeming too nervous, his eyes never leaving Keisuke's face.
"O..omae…me, Keisuke-san? I..I don't understand. You and Ryosuke-san are together aren't you? I mean…that's what he told me on Saturday…"
Keisuke rolled his eyes and took an irritated sip of his coffee, hissing as it burned his tongue before setting it back down and giving the junior Fujiwara a firm stare, trying to seem as harmless as possible.
"This has nothing to do with what Aniki and I do. We can't be together really. What I want is for you to come home with me and…do like Aniki and I do…"
He tugged at a napkin until it tore in half, startling himself and giving a slight blush.
"I was so jealous when I saw you two together before. Like, I wanted my brother to have me and it was kinda mean of him to have you too. Do I make any sense?"
Takumi blinked and nodded, his eyes darting around the outside of Keisuke's head, trying to look at something other than the brilliant green of his eyes.
"H..hai. You make perfect sense, like always. It's just…I don't know if I should. Won't it be a conflict of interest between the three of us?"
"Fuck conflicting interests. Fujiwara, I want you. Seriously. Like, to the point where I don't even wanna wait until we finish eating."
The younger driver sat dumbfounded and lowered his head, staring intently at the tabletop as if it were the most important thing in the world, his hands nervously wringing in his lap. He did like the blond racer but was unable to tell him, his devotion to the team too deep and his moment with Ryosuke too fresh in his mind. / Why shouldn't I go for it? If Keisuke-san says it's ok and he wants it too, it's really ok right// With a deep breath he looked back up, his blush absolutely noticeable as it rested across his nose.
"Maybe we should leave then, Keisuke-san. I don't want to have to suffer through a meal with you, knowing that you feel that way about me. I guess we could go back to your place, if that's really what you want…"
The FD master nearly came right then and there, his arousal throbbing in his tighter than usual jeans, making itself known to his blinded-by-lust mind. He stood quickly and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and tossing a few rumpled bills onto the table, enough for their drinks and what they would have eaten, his pride as a regular customer not letting him walk away without paying for even an uneaten meal.
The waitress that had served them grinned and laughed to herself as she collected the cash and their nearly full cups, clearing everything away with a knowing smirk. The restaurant was after all, the place Takahashi Keisuke brought all of his potential girlfriends before going out for the rest of their date. It wasn't uncommon for the handsome young driver to leave before finishing, or even starting their meal.
/ Odd for him to leave that way with a guy though…/
The morning had been long for Ryosuke and as he put his last text book away, he rubbed his eyes and sat back in the hard, wooden chair, stretching until his lower back gave a welcome pop, his face immediately returning from its pained contortion to more of a happy display. With a bit of a grunt, the FC driver stood and packed his things into the heavy briefcase he brought along, snapping it shut and pushing his chair back under the table as he waved to the librarian, heading back out into the bright sunshine and his awaiting car.
It was a ritual after a busy weekend for the elder Takahashi to finish his work at the library, then head towards home, where he stopped at a small café and got flavoured coffee and a danish, his first meal of the day. He carefully placed the cup in the provided holder in his console and set the Danish on the dash, settling himself back into the comfortable bucket seat and pulling the door closed, his seat reclined somewhat in the nearly empty parking lot as he sipped the french vanilla beverage and nibbled the treat delicately, his eyes falling closed as he savoured the sweetness of both.
Flicking his gaze to the clock Ryosuke sighed, realizing that he still had enough time to do his errands before having to go home and shower before the meeting, his treat finished as he cleaned up the garbage and walked it to the receptacle, tossing it inside before returning to the FC. He started it up, driving slowly and cautiously from the lot towards the office supply store where he needed toner for his printer and a new case for his laptop, the previous one soiled with coffee and sugary stickiness ever since the last time the elder Takahashi had taken his brother out for his customary dessert. It would only take him about an hour to finish his shopping and return to the house, perfect timing for a shower, change of clothes and an argument with Keisuke about his plans for after the meeting.
/ I wonder what it's going to cost me this time. I swear Keisuke only lives to pry into my pockets… /
Said blond meanwhile, had nearly tossed the 86 driver into the FD and charged out of the parking lot like a man possessed, the tires squealing loudly once they hit the blacktop highway, effortlessly dodging traffic as they neared his home, dark green eyes scanning the driveway and surrounding area for cars that might signal an end to their plans.
Seeing none at all, Keisuke pulled in and flicked the garage door opener, slowly coasting inside and flicking it again, not even hearing its low whine as he exited the road machine and waited somewhat impatiently for his passenger.
Like a child afraid of the doctor's office, Takumi seemed loathe to leave the yellow Mazda, only moving when Keisuke gave a low whine to match that of the garage door, a pathetic attempt at convincing the younger driver how badly he needed him.
He started up the few steps and opened the inside door noiselessly, holding it open and making sure to lock it behind himself, his shoes toed off at the door in an indication for the other boy, giving him the idea of where things went. Keisuke wasn't entirely sloppy, but noticed right away that mid explanation, Takumi had put his shoes where the others already were, as if knowing. Had the blond thought hard enough, he'd remember the beginning of their fateful night, with Takumi standing dumbfounded in their front foyer, before bounding out like a scared child.
"Hey yeah, I forgot you've been here before. Just ignore whatever I do then. I'm a little nervous."
The FD master chuckled and scratched at the back of his head, blushing along the bridge of his nose as he turned and walked towards the stairs, purposely moving slowly to make sure the tofu driver was paying attention, his ass delightfully displayed in the tight jeans as he ascended the steps.
"Come on up, Fujiwara. I don't expect to have you on the foyer floor. My bed's much nicer and I've got a good view of the driveway from up there."
The downhill specialist only stammered slightly and continued to blush, hurrying himself up as he took long strides to the stairs and went up with a hand on the railing, again trying not to notice how posh everything seemed compared to his own home, the spindles of the railing even looking quite expensive to his modest eyes.
He reached the landing and stared down the hall towards the light, noticing Keisuke rummaging around noisily, his feet carrying him seemingly of their own accord. The brunet stopped just short of the door and peered inside, his eyes wide as he noticed the neatly made bed with its top two covers pulled back, the bedside lamp on and a small bottle sitting underneath it, a box beside that and a squat looking alarm clock flashing twelve.
Takumi cleared his throat and peeked his head around the doorframe, trying not to impede on the other man's space but secretly immensely interested in the goings on, his body reacting without permission from his mind as he stared again at the items on the side table.
"Like I said, come on in. I'm getting a bit impatient here." Came the harsh sounding reply.
"H..hai, Keisuke-san. I'm just…nervous, is all. It's still daylight and your family could come home at any time right? What about Ryosuke-san?"
"He can go fuck himself for all I care. He's busy on Mondays so I always have the house to myself. Though, with the meeting tonight, I have to be up on the mountain by seven."
The blond walked over to his guest and stood as close as possible without becoming smothering to the shorter driver, his right hand snaking its way around Takumi's waist as the left curled gently in the soft hairs at the back of the 86 driver's neck. Keisuke took advantage of the lack of resistance and kissed the other, pressing his lips firmly to those of his rival, moaning softly when Takumi decided to aid in it.
He lifted both arms and wound them around Keisuke's waist, nearly clinging to him as he returned the kiss wantonly, giving his own quiet moans as he lifted to his toes to get better access to Keisuke's mouth. The Akina master pulled away only when his right foot began to cramp and lowered his severely blushing face while licking at his own lips, savouring the taste of the elder boy as well as what little coffee he had consumed at the restaurant. He glanced up only to smile crookedly, feeling the evidence of the FD driver's lust pressing insistently against his hip.
"I..it's not as if this is the first time for me, Keisuke-san, but…ano…it's been a while."
Keisuke took the boy's admittance as assent and right away started in on Takumi's clothes, roughly tugging the shirt up and off of his head and not even wasting time to lavish the revealed flesh with a kiss, he undid the faded pants and roughly pushed them down, allowing them to pool around Takumi's feet.
The Mazda lover's clothes were off in an even shorter amount of time, his socks left on as were Takumi's, they being the only piece of clothing left on the boys as they tumbled to the bed amidst flailing limbs and hushed moans, Keisuke scrambling for dominance before latching onto the thick muscle that connected Takumi's neck to his shoulder, nibbling harshly on it before kissing at the abused flesh.
Pulling away for only a second, Keisuke laughed softly, leaning down to lick a wet trail from the tofu son's ear to his collarbone, smacking his lips thoughtfully.
"Mmm…you do taste like tofu…"
The ravished young racer could only moan quietly and lift his hands to hold the back of Keisuke's head, wanting him to be slightly more rough, his hips bucking unashamedly against the FD driver's, wanting that delicious friction. Once Takumi was aroused, as his past lovers had found out and of which there were few, he was quite vocal and slightly pushy, demanding even, as he scratched his nails down Keisuke's back in a silent warning for the elder boy to move faster.
Keisuke growled back at him and reached to the side table, deciding against foreplay in any form as he fumbled with the lubricant's cap, snapping it open and squeezing out a small dollop of it before closing it up and setting it beside himself, his now slicked fingers migrating to the hachiroku driver's hidden portal, two easily slipping in, much to the blond's surprise.
A deep hiss and clenching of buttocks was all he got in return, Takumi's eyes closed tightly as he allowed the intrusion, spreading his legs even further and making a general whore of himself, his mind telling him to get dressed and bolt, his cock refusing to listen to the rest of his body as it throbbed against his belly. One good stroke from Keisuke's fingers and the warm arousal pulsed heatedly, Takumi's weak cry muffled by his left hand, the back of it draped over his mouth to prevent himself from being too loud.
He managed another clipped shout before moving his idle hand down to still the younger Takahashi's hand, staring down across his chest at the blond as he licked his lips, his eyes half lidded and face flushed with the obvious sign of intense arousal.
"P..please, Keisuke-san. Just..just do it. I want it. I really do.."
The hotheaded driver blinked and sat right up, snatching a condom from the box and applying it with a skill borne of necessity, kneeling between the spread thighs and slathering himself in what remained of the lube, his loving caresses nearly bringing himself off at the sight of the writhing Fujiwara boy, his cock rigid and throbbing, his legs spread, that look of utter bliss on his face.
The blond moaned and positioned himself, holding Takumi's legs up and apart as he slowly pistoned his hips and snugly popped the head inside, groaning out loud as he waited for a moment for his own body to catch up, the tightness surrounding his sensitive skin already driving him too close to completion. He struggled to remember what Ryosuke had told him about self control, the sudden shift and wriggle of Takumi's hips blowing all thoughts out of his head as he viciously plunged the rest inside, forcefully enough to topple forward, catching himself with a hand on either side of the brunet's head.
Both were breathing heavily and with each sharp snap of his hips, Keisuke grunted like an animal, claiming his mate with sudden nips to the other's shoulders and chest, bending enough to gently suckle the boy's left nipple into his mouth, nibbling at the tender skin as he penetrated him so deeply.
Feeling neglectful and somewhat unused to being with a man who needed more attention during sex than a woman, Keisuke lifted himself back to a kneeling position and wrapped his right hand around the 86 driver's member, stroking him as lovingly as he would stroke himself, giving each rough thrust a pump to match until both boys were moaning out loud, Takumi's slightly more subdued than Keisuke's but the blond was known for his vocal sessions.
With a sharp grunt and thrust of his own hips, the downhill prodigy came, pumping out the thick seed onto the other's hand and his belly, his teeth clenched tight and eyes closed, unable to hold the other boy so his hands simply clutched the sheets in a grip that would most likely have hurt if it had touched bare skin. Keisuke's completion was far less messy but just as, if not more, intense, his body stiffening as he pumped himself into the tight rubber sheath, his head tossed back and the column of his throat decadently exposed.
It was a long moment before Keisuke's hips stopped shifting him inside the abused hole of the Akina driving star, his shaking arms barely holding him up as he pulled back and out of the warm passage, his release neatly contained, a joyous thing for his tired eyes to see. He lifted his soiled hand to his mouth and noisily licked Takumi's seed from it, noticing the appalled look on the boy's face as he smirked and slid off the end of the bed, shuffling himself to the bathroom where he peeled the condom off and tied it, tossing it in the wastebasket and washing his hands, returning with a warm cloth.
Like his elder brother, Keisuke gently wiped Takumi's belly clean and gave his used entrance a loving swipe with the damp material, quickly rinsing the cloth and moving to lie down next to the hachiroku master, his arms busily scooping the smaller boy into them so he could nuzzle against him, forehead to forehead. With the clock flashing noon, or midnight, at them, Keisuke had lost track of time but he knew it couldn't be close to the zero hour yet, his body telling him he needed sleep. Badly.
"Na, Keisuke-san. What're we going to do about the meeting tonight? I need my car so you'll have to drive me back home sometime soon.."
The brunet poked Keisuke on the shoulder but got a mumbled grunt in response, the elder boy quickly falling asleep after such an intense round of fucking. In desperation, Takumi slapped him on the shoulder hard, trying to wake his only means of a ride back to the tofu shop.
"Keisuke-san! Please wake up! You have to drive me back!"
The Mazda lover only peeked one eye open and gave a questioning snort, sitting up so fast that he nearly tossed Takumi right off of the bed, his head tilted to the side as he listened carefully, unsure of what he had heard in the slowly deepening vestiges of sleep.
He relaxed but perked up a second time, less than a minute after the first. There it was again, that slow creaking noise. He couldn't remember what it indicated but he swatted at Takumi's hand as it moved to slap his shoulder again, barely even hearing the boy's words.
"Keisuke-san, come on. We're gonna be late if you have to drive me all the way back home, then come back here to make it to Akagi…"
His words were cut off as destiny once again decided to shift towards the black pit of Keisuke's dismal abyss, Takumi's mouth in mid sentence but his eyes wide as he regarded Keisuke's open mouth and shocked eyes, the sharp crack of the hardwood floor shifting as the reason for Keisuke's fright stepped into the blond's doorway.
Takumi whirled around and stared at the White Comet driver, his stomach churning and body suddenly aching terribly, the dryness of his mouth only making him even more uncomfortable. Ryosuke cleared his throat and turned his back, allowing the nude boys their moment of privacy back.
"I'll drive Fujiwara home. Keisuke, you shower and get ready for the meeting. I can make it to Akina and back in better time."
He tilted his head slightly sideways, a gleeful giggle going off in his head as he regarded the absolutely nude form of the tofu delivery heir.
"Fujiwara. I'll be waiting outside. Please don't take any longer than is absolutely necessary."