Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! Though, in my dreams I do. I also own a lovely set of handcuffs that have once been snapped around Ryosuke's wrists, a sweater that belonged to Keisuke when he was 12 and a key ring with Hello Kitty on it that was stolen from Kyoichi's bedside table one morning before he could offer me breakfast.
Warnings: Smut, simply because the last chapter lacked anything drool-inducing. Yaoi, adult language.
Notes: I got so many lovely comments on how adorable Keisuke was in the last chapter. Be assured, he isn't always like that. Only when he feels really good about getting his way. I'm hoping most of my readers have realized that he's being a naughty boy by getting close to Takumi even though he doesn't love him. Revenge is a bad thing, kiddies. Write that down. Plus, because this chapter has each of the drivers split up in different places, I'm going from one situation to the next to describe their days, hopefully without seeming repetitive. Please bear with me.
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The whirlwind had just begun for the young hachiroku driver and despite his father's admittance that he didn't mind what happened, the FC owner could feel something amiss.
It was as if Bunta was expecting Ryosuke's answers, testing him to see what he would actually say after being told the half-truth...
By the time Ryosuke returned home, Keisuke was already out with Kenta, his room still mercifully clean as the elder boy peeked in for a brief second, noticing the blond's laundry sitting in its hamper. With a shrug, the FC driver stepped in and scooped up the basket, hefting it downstairs and plopping it down next to the washing machine, his own clothes already sitting in neatly sorted piles.
Reaching over to his left hand side, the raven haired Takahashi flicked the radio above the dryer on and started to sort the other's items, his groceries already put away and his parents nodded to as they waved noncommittally from the living room couch.
Gingerly, Ryosuke tossed aside Keisuke's underwear, the socks and t-shirts going into the same pile, his jeans and denim jacket in another because of their weight. The boy's light slacks and dress shirts sat in yet another, along with his pajama pants. Giving a short sigh, the elder Takahashi turned the washer on and lifted the heavy bottle of liquid detergent, measured the right amount, then dumped it in, closely following it with the boy's collaborated socks and such. It wouldn't matter if they were mixed anyways, since Keisuke only wore black socks and Ryosuke only wore white.
Once satisfied of the laundry's situation, Ryosuke went back upstairs and snatched the cordless phone from beside his mother, already dialing the numbers as he walked back downstairs, settling himself into the comfortable lawn chair his mother used while waiting for the laundry to finish. The phone rang once, twice, thrice before he hung up, confusion crossing his delicate features as he placed the phone on the dryer, his right hand lifting to rub at the bridge of his nose.
"He must be working today and his father hasn't returned home yet. I sure hope Keisuke knows what he's getting into. Fujiwara Bunta's no fool…"
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Surviving through an annoyingly hot day and two customers who forgot their wallets, Takumi finally clocked out for the day at four o'clock along with Itsuki, the latter having stayed the last hour to help as it had gotten quite busy. Both boys changed before leaving, Takumi back into his jeans and t-shirt while his loud mouthed friend went for a more sophisticated outfit involving dress slacks and a button up shirt, his polished shoes rummaged out of his knapsack to replace the soiled runners he had been wearing.
It looked to the young Fujiwara as if his best friend had somewhere important to go that night but due to his shyness, he seemed unable to ask. His noticeable glances were seen by the other boy and he whirled to face the hachiroku driver, a wide grin spread across his face.
"I've got a date tonight! Well, not a date really, but Kazumi-chan's coming down to see her aunt so we're meeting for dinner! I've asked the manager for the day off tomorrow so I'll see you Thursday!"
He bounded off just as Takumi stepped into the 86 and started it up, hurriedly heading home to have dinner before getting his evening chores done, the dishes and vacuuming having been left unfinished for the last few days. Once done, he usually had the night to himself and since the next battle was only four days away, he figured he could use more practice.
The elder Fujiwara was home by then and had started dinner already, the smells drifting out to meet Takumi's nose as he toed his shoes off and stepped into the meager home, immediately tidying up the main table so they could eat neatly, folding newspapers and moving the ashtray to the kitchen counter where he emptied it and tossed it into the sink to be washed along with the dishes. Certainly his father could find another one as this one was so badly in need of a good wash.
They ate in near silence, Takumi's eyes lifting to spy on the driving god as he ate, almost curious about the man's chilly demeanor. Normally, there would be inane chatter about how the car was running or how Takumi's day at work had gone. Even an argument would be welcome to the suddenly worried boy. Clearing his throat, he gained Bunta's attention, the lazy gaze lifting to peer at him oddly, his hand held shakily over the half empty bottle of sake.
"Na, Oyaji. Did something happen today? You're really quiet."
The squinty eyed tofu master shook his head and poured himself a fresh cup of the chilled wine, lifting it his lips and hissing as it burned its way down his throat, the white ceramic cup carefully put back down on the table.
"Nothing really out of the ordinary. I went grocery shopping. I got gas for my car. I watched the news at lunchtime..."
Takumi blinked and sighed softly, some weight seemingly shifting off of his shoulders as he stood to clear their plates.
"Sou ka. Is that all?"
A smirk followed by a heavy chuckle caught him off guard as he snapped his attention back to the seated driver. "I met a man at the grocery store who was a driver, a really good one. We talked for a short while before I came home. He had some very interesting things to say. He had dark hair and I'm pretty sure he was a doctor or something of the like…"
Takumi blanched slightly and opened his mouth to speak, his father's hand moving to pour another cup of the clear brew.
"Where did you do your shopping, Oyaji? Normally it's here in town…"
"Takasaki. That large market with the bakery."
"Taka…saki? You went that far for groceries?" Guilt and sudden revulsion boiled up in Takumi's belly and he stifled a nauseated burp. "What was the man's name?"
"I don't remember correctly. Takahashi…something. Ryuuichi? Ryopon?" The elder man made a gesture as if he were trying to remember, his mind knowing full well what the other's name was.
Takumi swallowed and answered for him, his hands shaking as they held the dinner plates.
"Ryosuke."
"Ah! That was it. Ryosuke. Nice boy, good head on his shoulders. Too bad he's driving an outdated car hmm? I saw it sitting there. That white FC I saw you get out of the other night."
"O...Oyaji…"
"I don't want to hear it, Takumi. Get the dishes done and leave the rest. You have plans tonight, don't you?"
"Hai."
"Good. Get moving."
He turned away from the shocked boy and picked up the newly folded paper, flicking it open and pretending to read, his eyes moving along the same line until Takumi had left the room. A wide smile appeared on his face and he snickered, knowing that if Takumi was a grown man, he could handle things himself. The Takahashi brothers however, were men to be worried about. Even Fujiwara Bunta knew that much.
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Across town, Keisuke sighed and rolled his eyes, watching his longhaired friend pick out tires for his beloved Silvia, the boy's apprehension about the most expensive ones irritating the normally impulsive Takahashi.
"For gods sake Kenta, just get the high end ones with the extra traction. You hardly drive anymore and even then, it's still in the rain. Those babies'll last you until this time next year!"
"But Keisuke-san…"
"No buts! Just get them! I wanna get home sometime today. I've got shit to do."
"H…hai." The Q driver pointed to the set he wanted and the salesclerk rang him up, the total nearly causing him to faint before both boys trudged out with the receipt, the installation having come free with the purchase and he'd have to come back the next day to have it done.
"There. Now, take me back to your place so I can get my car and go home. I didn't think it'd take all fucking afternoon to do that."
"Hai, gomen ne, Keisuke-san."
"Whatever."
The orange Nissan pulled neatly out of the parking lot and back to Kenta's home, his mother waving to Keisuke as he slipped from one citrusy car to the other, his small purchases dragged along to sit in the passenger seat. Another CD, his favourite body spray and the newest Mazda Monthly magazine.
He left responsibly instead of spinning his tires on Kenta's gravel drive, not wanting to spoil the moment with the boy's mother, the woman already worried about how much time her son spent stewing over the lovely Takahashi boy. She shook her head and pulled the young driver inside for dinner, his eyes following the yellow FD as it crested the hill and disappeared. He wouldn't see him again until the next night at the meeting and still, his heart hurt to see him go for such a short time.
He couldn't help but wonder if Keisuke even wanted to spend time with him anymore. They hadn't gone to Saitama yet and every time he spoke to the other blond, Kenta continued to get a feeling of irritation, as if Keisuke couldn't wait to get home. He pondered it over dinner and then again in his bedroom an hour later, reclined on his bed with his legs spread, one hand massaging between them while he bit down on the other to stifle his moans.
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Four loads were finished when Keisuke slammed the garage door and was ultimately yelled at by his father, the voiced grunt of him standing his ground as the eldest Takahashi male argued the finer points of the boy's behaviour. Ryosuke rolled his eyes and quickly got up to flick the buzzer off as it started to ring, his fifth and final load ready for the dryer as he opened the washer's lid and sniffed at the lavender detergent.
Smiling, he loaded the dryer and set it for twenty minutes, resettling himself in the plush chair and opening the book he had snatch an hour prior to Keisuke's return, a thick novel shot with smutty chapters. He blushed before snapping it closed and stuffing it under a pile of folded towels on top of the freezer, whirling to face his beloved otouto as he descended the steps.
"Oi, Aniki. Whatcha doing down here all by yourself? Too-san's leaving soon so Kaa-san's gonna be kinda bored by herself." He took a breath and looked around the room, picking up various items that were his own. "Hey, did you do my laundry?"
"I did. I finished my errands and I was bored myself. Besides, my own laundry had to be done."
"Sankyuu, Aniki."
Ryosuke smiled warmly and turned to start folding the slacks, avoiding his book until the younger boy left again, his ears not hearing the footsteps that would suggest such an action, his head turning to catch Keisuke slipping up behind him, his arms up to wind around the dark haired Takahashi's shoulders. He murmured quietly and tilted his head to the left as the blond nuzzled his neck, licking gently under his ear before suckling the lobe into his mouth and chewing at it thoughtfully.
"Kaa-san's in the kitchen making dinner right now so we've got time, Aniki…"
"Ahh...ahh…time for what, Keisuke? The dryer's almost done and dinner won't be long..."
The FD driver bit down at the fleshy cord that stuck out from Ryosuke's neck, licking at the indentations as he slid both hands down to squeeze the warm pecs through the shirt, thumbing his hidden nipples as he moaned softly. It was exciting for the younger boy that he could turn his brother on so easily, the noticeable bulge in the front of Ryosuke's pants giving him away.
"I think you should drop your pants and stand against the washer, Aniki. I want to love you…"
The deep, lusty tone to the boy's voice had the elder man on his feet immediately, his pants and underwear off and his belly pressed against the edge of the washer, both hands out in front of himself as he steadied his shaking form. He spread his legs and bent forward, his chest resting on the machine's lid as he hissed from the contact the front had with his crotch, the cold metal stinging his hot flesh.
A chuckle from Keisuke made him blush, the sound of rustling fabric indicating that the blond had taken his own pants off, the reality of what they were doing flashing through Ryosuke's mind when he realized they had no condoms or lube handy.
As if it mattered to the younger driver. He reached over and snatched up a palm full of the liquid hand soap their mother used after bleaching the whites, its antibacterial symbol and advertisement that it was also hypo-allergenic making the FD lover smile. It was messy but Keisuke managed to slather it on himself before he slid up against the other's warm skin, positioning himself with one hand while the other rested in the delightful little dip of Ryosuke's tailbone.
There was hardly a wait between lubrication and penetration, Ryosuke's muted grunt of pain muffled by the stack of towels his book resided under, Keisuke's hips slapping against his rump as he buried himself as deeply as he possibly could, a shuddering breath issuing from the blond's parted lips.
"Ahh fuck, Aniki. I can't believe you let me do this…"
Another grunt was all he received so he continued, moving his right hand down to wrap around the raven haired driver's cock, stroking harshly as he slipped out and then forcefully took him again, their rhythm violent and jarring, each forward thrust pushing Ryosuke's belly into the unyielding edge while the hand soap did little to lubricate things.
The elder man tightened himself anyway, secretly enjoying the mean treatment as well as the warm hand around his arousal, his breathing gradually quickening as Keisuke bent his knees and ground up against him to strike his prostate with each pound, the subsequent bumps causing his cock to swell and pulse in the boy's tight grip.
Ryosuke tried in vain to hold himself back but the constant pressure on that soft spot and the tight hand around his manhood drove him too far, his passage tightening dramatically as he spot his load against the side of the washer, the thick seed running down the side to pool on the tiled floor. He hardly had time to enjoy it as Keisuke reached his own peak, emptying deeply into the tight heat, his head tipped back and his free hand clamping down on Ryosuke's hip, bruising the flesh as he rode out the electric bliss.
A chair scraping the floor above them had both boys in an instant panic, Keisuke pulling out quickly enough to cause the elder man to hiss sharply, his underwear and pants pulled back up and buckled as if nothing had happened, a towel from the rag pile snatched up so he could wipe the viscous seed liquid from the washer's face.
Keisuke had likewise dressed just as the lovely woman looked down from the top of the stairs, the smile on her face telling them that they were indeed safe and hadn't been caught just yet.
"Dinner's ready boys. I'm going to get some for myself and you two can serve yourselves when you come up ok?"
"Hai, Kaa-san. I'm just helping Aniki fold the laundry."
"Ok, just don't let it get cold."
The blond nodded with a bright smile before leaning over to kiss his brother firmly, their tongues slathering over each other before they both pulled away in a continued state of arousal. Keisuke wore a snarky smirk while Ryosuke was smiling in a different way, the dryer gently ticking behind them as it came to a halt. Tossing the rag into the wastebasket under the washtub, Ryosuke cleared his throat quietly.
"Go on up, Keisuke. I'm just going to finish these few clothes and I'll follow right behind."
"Ok. I'll make sure to save some for you." The blond smiled and hurried upstairs, leaving the basement door open.
Once alone again, Ryosuke picked up the phone from its perch and dialed a new number, knowing that if he hadn't heard from Takumi yet that he'd be fine, his fingers typing in the numbers effortlessly until he lifted it to his ear and waited, tugging the hot clothes out and folding them one handed.
Four rings and he was about to hang up but divine intervention seemed to grace the future doctor as the other end picked up, a deep voice answering as if he had been sleeping, a voice Ryosuke recognized each time as one he used to enjoy immensely.
"Moshi, Sudou here."
"Kyoichi? It's me."
"Ryosuke?"
"Yes. Did I wake you? You sound tired."
The blond Evo driver coughed slightly as he reached for his cigarettes, fumbling with the pack one handed before lighting it up and taking a deep breath, feeling better right away.
"No, I was just lying down for a minute. I was out late last night."
"Ahh, sou ka. Ano…I have a favour to ask."
"Anything, Ryosuke. You know that. Though, if it has to do with your brother…"
"No, it's not about Keisuke. It's about…me."
"What do you want then? I told you before that I'd do anything for you, regardless of the situation."
"Hai, I know, this is just complicated. Can you meet me tomorrow night on Akagi? I'll call you once the Project D meeting is over."
There was silence on the other end before the sound of shuffling clothing and papers, a grunt and a snarl of "Get off of the paper." before the bandanna-toting driver spoke again.
"Of course I can. I'll be waiting for your call."
"Thank you, Kyoichi."
"'Welcome. See you tomorrow then."
The click of the other man hanging up brought a smile to the dark haired Takahashi's face; a shadow on the stairs took it away again.
"Aniki? Your dinner's still warm. I turned the stove back on for you."
"Thank you, Keisuke. I'm coming up now."