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the ticking of a slow clock. Takumi barely even hard it anymore as he glanced
down at the gauges to check his speed. The need was shaking at one hundred
kilometers per hour and going higher. Takumi rolled his eyes back upthe
the
road as he automatically started to drift before he even saw the turn. He
almost didn’t even need to look at the road anymore when he went down Akagi.
The guardrail suddenly flashed in front of his hachi-roku, overhanging branches
from the side of the road smacking against the front left light.
end of the turn to force the back tires to spin the opposite way so he could
make it around the second tight consecutive corner. He tapped a finger absently
against the wheel as the road became a straight grade down. The car had more than
enough momentum to hurtle down the road without even pressing the gas.
Between work and all-day practice matches, Takumi hadn’t had a chance to sit in
the hachi-roku without any worries. Right now though, with the exception of two
passed cars going downhill as well, Takumi had met with no other traffic. It
was lunch time, probably meaning all people were at home with their families.
Takumi wasn’t in a hurry. He knew that he would be making his own meal, alone
again. Despite still living with his father, they had the same distant
relationship: both of them acknowledged that the other lived in the same house.
Nothing more than that and the business relationship of Takumi making tofu
deliveries, despite joining the Initial D team for more than a year.
one hand, staring down the road. Wind hit the small car and made him shift to
the right, into the other lane. He corrected and continued down the familiar
road, yawning. The bottom of the hill was visible for a moment as the trees
broke and the mountain took a steep dive. Sunlight glinted off glass buildings,
flashing by in Takumi’s peripheral vision as the sun hung over in the sky. Ever
since he began to enjoy this daily drive, his time had cut down considerably.
He had been beating his personal records just about every day now, finding out
small ways to increase the speed by just a bit as he learned more about the
engine and perfected his technique.
would be more like watching a match between his car and a rock rolling down the
hill. Despite remaining doubtful about his real talents and being positive that
he wasn’t really that fast, Takumi had to admit that on the downhill of this
mountain he would never be beaten. It was really boring. Nobody serious came
challenging him any more. The only people who called him out were punks who
thought they had the best new engine or such. He always beat them on their turf,
trying to make things even and fair. It wasn’t as exciting at it had been in
the past.
cleared the final corner, letting the wheel spin on its own until he was on the
straight shot that continued into town. As soon as he reached the city limits,
Takumi slowed and shifted down into third gear, letting the car cruise along at
a leisurely pace. He considered going home, and then changed his mind. A drop
by the Takahashi residence would be entertaining, unlike going home to be bored
and watch TV. Keisuke was always doing something fun and had told Takumi to
come over many times before, but he still felt awkward. Takumi had never been
invited to another person’s house before, beyond Itsuki.
slowing for the yellow lights he spotted far before he actually reached the
intersection. Takumi made sure to watch the sidewalks as he went through the
neighborhood the Takahashis lived in, checking around parked cars for children.
He knew that they had a tendency to dart in front of oncoming traffic after
stupid things like basketballs or soccer balls. Thankfully, there were no kids
but a Takumi had to steer hard to the left to avoid a squirrel that dashed in
front of his car, not wanting to kill the animal and get it in the tires.
down the road with so little effort he didn’t even have to think about it
anymore. Takumi just drove and didn’t
really think about the ‘why’ of it anymore. Countless numbers may have asked
him about his techniques or special tricks he used while driving, but Takumi
could only shrug. He didn’t know how to put it into words. He just did it. There
was no skill involved there beyond getting his butt in the driver’s seat.
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right, so Takumi pulled in slowly and parked in the front between other much
nicer and more expensive cars. The newer models didn’t intimidate him in the
least as he pulled the emergency brake, mainly because he’d beaten their
drivers all before. The garage door was open and Takumi could spot Keisuke and
the team was looking under the yellow Mazda’s hood, pointing at something in
the engine and talking excitedly. Everyone looked like they had arrived a long
time ago for the afternoon meeting.
unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car with a little bit of hesitation,
knowing that Ryosuke was probably going to yell at him. Instead, Takumi heard
someone call his name from the garage almost immediately after he closed the
door and locked it Takumi smiled to himself at the greeting though anyone
looking at him would see the same dull expression on as always. He never would
have thought in a million years that he’d be in the Takahashi’s front drive
with friends welcoming in.
instead shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and started over. There
was a loud yell and through the crowd around the Mazda, Takumi saw Keisuke jerk
his head up to say- and hit the hood hard
with the back of his skull. Immediately there were screaming curses filling up
the air as Takumi shuffled over and found a place to stand around the car next
to Reiji. The familiar, dark-hair man nodded in greeting before turning back to
watch the show.
God damn, that hurts! Shit!” Keisuke
greeted Takumi as he furiously rubbed the back of his head with both hands to
help the pain. Takumi smiled but didn’t say anything back, a little too
intimidated to speak in front of so many other people, even if it was only
about half a dozen people. He’d probably say something stupid if he opened him
mouth, so he kept silent and waited for someone to tell him what was going on today.
A deep voice asked from very close behind Takumi. He jumped away with a yelp,
badly startled already making a fist instinctively before he dropped it. The
other racers laughed at him as Takumi felt his face start to burn. Even Keisuke
took time away from cursing to laugh at Takumi, making even his ears burn. Why
did he have to be so jumpy and get embarrassed like this? He had been trying to
avoid looking like an idiot!
ready to yell at the person causing him trouble. Then, did a double take and
clamped his teeth together so hard it hurt. Ryosuke Takahashi looked down at
Takumi, no emotions coming through on his face as his cigarette burned. He had
a clipboard in one hand from whatever job he’d been doing before. Despite the
summer heat that was already making Takumi’s T-shirt stick to his back and
underarms, Ryosuke was impeccable in a starched long-sleeved business shirt and
tie with a pair of brown slacks. Though it looked like Ryosuke was ready to go
to work, Takumi knew that it was as close to casual as Ryosuke ever got.
said lamely as he uncomfortably shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Why did the only person that Takumi had ever looked up to before make him feel
so dumb? Takumi felt like he always being
looked down on, more so now for being so scared by Ryosuke’s unexpected
arrival. He didn’t even know why the older Takahashi brother allowed him to
stay on the team. Dynamic people like Ryosuke Takahashi probably only felt pity
toward someone like him. Takumi still didn’t feel like he had won any of their
races, and every time he beat Ryosuke in a practice match, he felt like the
older racer had let him win.
Keisuke with his readings since I can’t seem to trust him to look at it without
getting injured,” Ryosuke suggested indifferently, taking a drag from his
cigarette and looking down at the charts on the clipboard. Takumi tried to keep
his sigh of relief quiet, but Ryosuke must have heard it because dark eyes
flicked up once to regard him with complete disinterest for a single painful
moment. Takumi realized the man was waiting for an answer but found his mind
completely blank.
voice, because anything louder would definitely come out as a squeak. He leaned
into the hood to hide his face and hoped they might think he was flushing
because it was so hot. Why couldn’t he ever say anything clever or interesting?
Nobody else on the team seemed to have trouble talking to Ryosuke, just him. It
was his own fault for being so damn shy,
but Takumi could do very little to change.
soon had his full attention as the driver started to point out various spark
plugs and wires while still rubbing his head with one hand. Takumi could hear Ryosuke
walked past them by the ‘click-click’ of the white loafers. There was a pause
that made Takumi’s stomach jump up his throat as Ryosuke stopped behind him,
probably to yell… Or to hand Keisuke a cigarette before going over to his own
car, ignoring Takumi in his usual cold and proficient manner.
could read the man better as Keisuke tucked the cigarette behind his ear for
later and continued explaining the modifications to the engine belt. Ryosuke
had taken him out to dinner several times, but it only left Takumi wondering if
they were just friends, or maybe something else? Ryosuke had never really
seemed disinterested nor interested, so Takumi assumed that the older man just
felt sorry for him. He wouldn’t ever say say anything to Ryosuke about his own
confusing feelings. Takumi couldn’t even imagine
approaching Ryosuke to say ‘hi,’ much less get out the fact he was starting
to get… partial of him.
adjust something that had to do with the fuel injection, but he didn’t have a
clue as to what the blonde was talking about. He was too busy watching Ryosuke
from the corner of his eye as he climbed into the driver’s seat of his car,
leaving the door open. Why did he have to get such a lame crush when he was
already over eighteen and had long forgotten his first kiss?
had been gazing at the other man, too caught up in feeling like a complete
idiot. Ryosuke seemed to freeze up for a moment before turning his head slowly
and deliberately to meet Takumi’s stare. Ryosuke’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully
as he examined Takumi; making him
extremely aware of the fact his usual white t-shirt was damp with his sweat.
Why did it have to be summer right now?
feeling a bit flustered. He didn’t know if Ryosuke was mad at him or just
thinking about… something. He didn’t know what went on in his mind! Maybe
Ryosuke was just bothered by something and had been looking in his direction?
Something about the way the man broke their staring competition to go back to
the gauges of the car made Takumi feel that that wasn’t the case. Ryosuke was
probably pissed off at him.
honest air than he did with the older Takahashi brother. Ryosuke made him acutely
aware that he hadn’t brushed his hair that day or his clothes were trashy and
old. Keisuke, however, was just as messy as or even worse than Takumi was,
because he was pretty sure the blonde had worn the same pants yesterday.
Keisuke sighed at his heavy examination and Takumi realized he’d been staring
at the man without listening to a word he was saying. He couldn’t pay attention
when Ryosuke was acting so strange because of him. It had to be because of him.
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Keisuke asked with irritation clear in his voice. Takumi blinked and looked
back at the taller blonde as he gnawed on his lip in shame. He should have been
listening to Keisuke instead of drifting to his older brother who didn’t even
care if Takumi was to die today. He wondered just how long he had been thinking
about a man that was so very far away, smarter and better off with a good
university or national racing team waiting him. There was no way a boring loser
who was going to probably get stuck with a tofu shop as inheritance. He didn’t
want to be stuck doing deliveries for the rest of his life, but he didn’t have
the motivation like Ryosuke did. Most people thought he was dull onto the point
of retardation, but it just took a lot of attention for him to think about more
then one thing at a time.
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apologetically as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He just
hoped Keisuke hadn’t noticed Ryosuke giving him a harsh and angry glare. Keisuke
would probably want to know why Ryosuke was so mad at him and Takumi wasn’t
even sure himself. But, what else could the man be mad at? It had to be his
fault some how, because that was the only answer he could think of for Ryosuke
giving him a dirty look from the opposite end of the garage.
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repeat myself once, and that’s just for someone as stupid as you,” Keisuke
admonished as he shook a hand in front of his face. Takumi focused at that and
was sure to make eye contact so he wouldn’t miss a thing. Despite the insult,
Takumi wasn’t offended in the least because Keisuke seemed to be joking. He
didn’t really mean anything by it other than the honest truth. He felt honored
that Keisuke would repeat himself for
him. Someone like Keisuke didn’t have the patience to say things twice, much
less to an idiot like him. He’d learn what was going on inside of the car even
if he head exploded.
head’s fucking killing me,” Keisuke moaned, still not recovered from slamming
his head on the hood. Keisuke shook his head and stepped away from the engine
and motioned for Takumi to follow him outside. They only went so far as to step
off the smooth cement of the garage and into the gravel driveway before Keisuke
came to a stop and Takumi pulled up beside him.
had given him, placed it between his lips, and pulled out his lighter without a
word. Keisuke tried to hit the lighter, but the oil and black grease on his
fingers from the car engine slipped on the round flint. He failed the first
time trying to get the flame to ignite. Keisuke cursed and tried again,
actually managing a weak flame before it sputtered and died with a weak hiss.
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Keisuke demanded as he shoved the lighter into Takumi’s hand. Feeling a bit
uncomfortable, Takumi lifted up the lighter between them and started it,
shielding the small flame with his empty hand. Keisuke leaned in and took a
drag to get the cigarette started. Once he leaned back, Takumi let the light
die and handed the large Zippo back, feeling incredibly awkward for no reason.
Why did Ryosuke make him feel like such a loser around everyone else once he
talked to the man?
getting damn fast lately,” Keisuke demanded as he pointed the red end of the
cigarette into Takumi’s face. He only shrugged at that, knowing that Keisuke
really meant that he was getting fast as well. Keisuke didn’t take losing well
and even if they were good friends now, there was still a deep grudge. Keisuke
tried to beat him in every practice match and lately had been catching up to
Takumi, but still had yet to actually pass him. How could he possibly be
getting faster if Keisuke never lost sight of his bumper even once during the
downhill, even around the curves?!
driver’s head with his fist when there were no more words. Keisuke could tell
that Takumi really had nothing to say, lacking any confidence to say anything
back. It wasn’t about being fast, but about actually getting along with people
like Ryosuke Takahashi. A cloud of smoke was Keisuke’s only word, but Takumi
understood everything. Why are you not
paying attention, even more so than any other day? Why are you looking at my
brother like he’s up for sell? Why don’t you get out of here? How could
Keisuke be thinking of anything else? How could even stand being in his
presence?
Takumi murmured back, hoping that it would be a good enough excuse for Keisuke.
He wasn’t about to talking about these strange and plain weird feelings with
the brother of source. Keisuke may be laid back and calm about most things, but
Takumi thought telling him that he might like a man would be a little too much
for him to handle. Takumi looked over, noticing the cigarette was almost done. Keisuke
only raised an eyebrow at that as if he didn’t believe a word and flicked out
the butt of his cigarette. He finished the rest of it in silence with only a
few glances in Takumi’s direction as if trying to figure out the pieces to a
puzzle with a furrow in his brows.
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tossed the filter out into the bushes lining the driveway. Takumi watched the
brown end sail through the air, wishing that he could ask Keisuke for some
advice before they went back into the garage., Wouldn’t his younger brother
know what was bother Keisuke better than anyone else? Takumi just felt lost and
a little bit bitter that he was being ignored like this. Didn’t he at least
deserve an explanation to all those dirty looks?
engine,” Keisuke suggested, looking in a much more patient mood than before. At
least he was smiling now, because that meant Takumi wasn’t as likely to be
yelled at. He followed the older man back into the garage determined to ignore
Ryosuke and really concentrate this time. They worked into the late afternoon,
fine-tuning Keisuke’s car and discussing challenging some mountain racers in
the next prefecture. The limitations of the original Project D had expanded
past what even Ryosuke had expected, Takumi being blessed with a perfect record
of wins. Except for the one time he had lost. But, when the engine explodes in
the middle of the race, one has to admit that he didn’t have a fair chance.
slammed the hood of his car shut and leaned away to stretching his back. The
racer ran his arm over his forehead, streaking a path through the black stains and
sweat on his face. Takumi smiled as well, feeling a small satisfaction at being
able to tamper with the inner workings of an automobile beyond his own. Well,
it wasn’t like Dad let him touch the engine even though the Hachi-Roku was now
‘officially’ his.
the other members of the team as he turned away from Takumi. The rest of the
garage didn’t even hesitate as they all agreed loudly and started to throw down
all the tools and close the hoods to the cars. They all knew that they needed
to straighten out the garage before leaving or else Ryosuke would yell at them
all. Everyone began to team up in other’s cars for carpools, not about to try
finding a parking spot in the city.
offered, leering with a malicious glint in his eyes despite the smile on his
face. Keisuke constantly teased Takumi about his inability to handle other
people’s driving. He thought it was ridiculous that such an incredible driver
would be so frightened by someone else doing the same things he did when
driving. ‘Only better’ as Keisuke said, but Takumi couldn’t believe a word of
that.
Takumi laughed and got a playful punch in the arm from Keisuke. The man yelled
out for two of his friends as he jogged off and left Takumi alone. Takumi
didn’t know what to do, looking down at the cement as he heard Keisuke declare
MacDonald’s as their destination. Some of the other racers immediately protested,
grossed out by the prospect, while the last of them emptied out of the garage
and piled into their cars. No one said a thing to Takumi as they left, and he
didn’t know half of them well enough to even look up. He felt so painfully awkward
and was almost thankful they were all leaving so they didn’t see him.
name like an order that echoed in the empty garage. Takumi turned around slowly
as two drivers walking by to their car called out jokingly that he was in trouble.
Takumi kept his eyes downcast so he didn’t have to meet their eyes, wondering
in a sudden panic if they were actually being honest and knew something he
didn’t. Ryosuke had been acting strange to him all afternoon.
back at the hood of Ryosuke’s car, the paint shining and reflecting his
disinterested face. Ryosuke was just staring at him. He wasn’t looking down at
him nor seeming like he was angry with him. The older man was just
face. Takumi didn’t really like it. He was suddenly self conscious and aware of
how plain his white T-shirt was in front of Ryosuke’s presshirshirt and tie. He
smoothed down the front of his stained pants, trying to straighten out his
appearance guiltily in front of the man.
Takumi felt his face start to burn. Takumi knew he was blushing under Ryosuke’s
somber gaze and couldn’t do a thing about it. He was mortified, all coherent
thought leaving his head as Takumi was overwhelmed by his own shyness. There
was no way he’d be able to talk to Ryosuke right now when he already felt like
a complete loser.
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when the younger man only stared at the hood of his car and began to toy with
the hem of his shirt. Takumi glanced up at him with confusion in those eyes, if
not apparent in his bland expression. Takumi scrubbed his hair away from his
face with one messy black hand, getting oil in the light brown strands. Ryosuke
didn’t understand how anyone could be so oblivious to his own good looks, or
how Takumi could keep on ruining it. He
looked Fujiwara up and down, his eyes measuring and weighing the dirty racer in
front of him. Ryosuke had a simulation for the young boy and had calculated the
slight hesitations or disagreements that the boy would have, and a
counterattack for them. Ryosuke was not about to threaten Takumi’s delicate
sense of friendship by pushing too fast. Takumi was intensely shy of people and
had trouble expressing any kind of opinion unless he was angry. Ryosuke could
be patient, as long as the goal was still in view.
this toying relationship that had started when he first met the boy; a kiss
here when the moment was right, a laugh there when a question was asked to keep
Takumi wondering. He didn’t feel too guilty since Takumi willingly allowed
himself to be dragged along into the pattern and left in the dark to if this
was more than the usual male relationship or not.
be sure that it wasn’t in danger of falling. Fujiwara stood through it all,
biting his lower lip every now and then as he looked about the garage, studying
the equipment he worked with all day long very closely. Ryosuke walked over to
him and stood close enough to be in his personal space, yet far enough that
Takumi didn’t have to quite lift his chin to look Ryosuke in the eye. His hair
was still sagging around his face, the sweat making it stick to his temples.
unbuttoned his sleeves. Takumi stared at the shoulder stitch like it was some
kind of insect. His face still looked tired and drawn, his eyes half-closed.
Ryosuke smirked at the expression, rolling up his sleeves neatly to air his
lower arms. The summer heat was particularly humid this year, and the cicadas
flourished in it, buzzing constantly in the background. Takumi glanced to the
trees where the sun was setting, the sky already beginning to turn orange.
him on the cheek as Takumi became absorbed in the scenery. Takumi gasped,
surprised, but didn’t jerk away like he had other times. Ryosuke took this as a
cleared obstacle and moved forward, putting a hand to the younger man’s face
and turning his head so that he could kiss him full on the lips. There wasn’t
any move toward resistance, but Takumi didn’t turn to fully accept the kiss.
Ryosuke changed the pattern, making a detour around his original objective.
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his tie more, taking a step away from Takumi. If the boy wanted to continue, he
could full well move toward Ryosuke on his own. Ryosuke wasn’t going to push it
as he looked down at Takumi, studying the reaction. Takumi stared back at him
for a moment before grunting and flicking his eyes back down to the floor, his blush
turning a deeper red and spreading across his face. He dug his toe into the
cement before looking up at Ryosuke with an embarrassed expression.
yell out something before a barrage of car doors was slammed shut and several
engines roared to life. There was the squeal of a tear out and the distinctive
acceleration of Keisuke’s engine. Other cars thundered out before zooming off
into the distance, around the corner of the street and away from hearing.
Ryosuke focused back on Fujiwara as the boy ran a tongue across his lips,
seeming to struggle for a moment with his mouth.
asked slowly, mumbling a bit at the end. He looked back down at the ground,
studying the pattern he was making in the collected dirt of the garage floor
with his foot. Ryosuke sighed as he opened up his collar, pulling at his shirt
and fanning it for a moment. He usually didn’t let the heat touch him like
this, preferring to ignore the discomfort and focus on tasks at hand. However,
Takumi’s questioning was wearing on his patience, his constant lack of
realization that Ryosuke was trying to hit on him. Ryosuke sighed again and
mentally wished that Takumi had more self-confidence so that he could believe
that he was good enough to have a Takahashi brother want him.
flippantly, refusing to give Takumi a clear answer. Takumi only blushed harder
and looked away, even his ears turning a bright red.
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transfixed on the jumper cables curled under a tool bench.
whispered huskily, trying to drop a hint. The younger man looked up, a look
composed of half hurt, half surprise, as if expecting it to be a joke. It
almost was, the way leaning toward Takumi flew right
over his head.
face turning to Ryosuke but his eyes locked on Ryosuke’s throat. Ryosuke looked
down at the other driver, the moist heat causing Takumi’s shirt to stick to his
chest. Ryosuke flicked his eyes down, watching as Takumi’s hardened nipples
pressed at the clinging white shirt. He usually found the same shirt on women
unattractive and overtly flaunting, but on Takumi’s modest male physique, a
near-transparent shirt was actually quite tasteful.
attention back up to the face area. He hadn’t realized he had been staring . .
. for that long of time. Ryosuke also was
producing the predicted results. He hadn’t calculated on
physical seduction not even going anywhere near Takumi’s brain. Ryosuke
slowly moved forward so that his eyes were forced into Takumi’s line of vision.
If he didn’t pick up now, Ryosuke was about ready to forget the plan and carry
Takumi off and fuck him blind, regardless of the consequences.
with the rest of the team for a night on the town, so by now they were the only
ones in the house. He wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass him by. In the
summer heat, he was beginning to become irate and impatient about constantly
playing with Takumi. In his somewhat altered and abbreviated new edition of his
plan to seduce Fujiwara peacefully into a sexual relationship, he was much more
concerned about getting to the sexual rather then the relationship.
asked, his voice going low and husky as he brushed his lips across Takumi’s,
barely making contact. Takumi swallowed loudly and started to shake his head,
thinking about the state of his clothes and the probably high dress code of the
restaurant Ryosuke was thinking off. Ryosuke smiled and pressed his lips down
against the corner of Takumi’s jaw bone, hinting at deepening it, but pulling
away.
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Ryosuke offered into Takumi’s earlobe. Takumi froze as he realized he must have
spoken out loud. When he got nervous, he had a tendency to think out loud. He
was nervous right now, definitely.
what he thought was himself about being nervous. The older racer began to push
Takumi toward the house, laughing and changing to the subject to Takumi’s
latest statistics and the way he turned the wheel going into a right hairpin,
going back into an area that Takumi was comfortable with. Takumi tried once to
say that he had plans, trying to get out of the situation, but Ryosuke cut him
off viciously, locking eyes with Takumi as if to suppress any kind of
rebellion. Takumi hadn’t said anything after that, a bit nervous of making
Ryosuke mad.
him, letting Takumi walk into the kitchen after he kicked off his shoes.
Ryosuke stepped out of his shoes once Takumi moved past the doorway. He bent
down and picked them up, holding his pair in one hand, before closing the door
and pushing Takumi to the shower, not about to allow Fujiwara to borrow a shirt
without washing first.
long and being around the cars, dirt smudged on his knees and sticking to the
beads of sweat on his face. Though it did add a primal element to Takumi’s
appeal, Ryosuke much preferred the washed and cleaned skin. Ryosuke kept the
conversation to a meaningless babble about the next stage in his Project D
plan, trying to keep the mood calm and friendly for Takumi’s benefit. Ryosuke
had barely reined in the urge to strip Fujiwara in the garage and bend him over
the tool bench only a few minutes ago. It frustrated him more then he lost
control rather then he almost blew up his chances of a healthy relationship
with Takumi.
the bathroom, not moving as Ryosuke walked back into his bedroom, picking out a
pair of slacks and a shirt that might fit the smaller man. He was still
standing there, staring dumbfounded at his reflection in the mirror, as if
trying to figure out which one he saw was the real him. Ryosuke set the clothes
down on the sink counter, turning back without Takumi so much as flicking an
eyelid.
don’t mind,” Ryosuke assured, a bit impatiently. He tried to smile to ease his
tone of voice, but the way Takumi’s head snapped to Ryosuke’s told him he had
failed. Takumi laughed nervously and scratched his head.
something . . .” He trailed off, absentmindedly lifting up his shirt. Takumi
then realized he was about to get naked in front of Ryosuke and froze like a
rabbit, his shirt pulled up enough to show the curve of a hip and the elastic
band of his boxers peeking out from the oversized jeans. Ryosuke smiled at him
encouragingly and Fujiwara laughed worriedly, a blush coming onto his face
again, his mouth twisting as he stared out of the corners of his eyes, looking
away from the mirror.
Fujiwara asked nervously, trying unsuccessfully to sound undemanding. Ryosuke
smiled and didn’t answer right away. Takumi blanched, obviously considering the
fact that Ryosuke might force Takumi to strip in front of him out of
politeness.
informed Takumi, turning his back and walking away. The relieved sigh that
followed his departure was very loud. Ryosuke sat down at his computer desk,
crossing his legs together primly and resting an elbow on his desk as the sound
of a pair of pants being dropped on the floor echoed throughout the house.
Ryosuke moaned at the lost opportunity as he heard Takumi step into the shower
and the water turned on.
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to pay Takumi back for being completely oblivious to his advances. It was going
to be now or never, Ryosuke decided. He wasn’t ready to sit alone another night
and plan out the next attack. Ryosuke tensed, feeling the adrenaline start to
run. He liked challenges, and getting a certain hachi-roku driver into his bed
in one night was one. It was almost like racing, the engine
making the car seat vibrate and his bones shake in their sockets.
Ryosuke was having a similar sensation at the moment, his hands twitching as he
played out a simulation in his mind.
your shampoo?” Takumi called out, his voice slightly louder then usual if not
more bored. Ryosuke groaned at the question. He knew for a fact that Takumi’s
severe shyness made him ask first for anything, almost like a beaten animal.
Despite the fact he was already in the shower and obviously welcome to use the
soap, he still would ask for someone’s consent.
called back, resisting walking into the bathroom to answer Takumi. He couldn’t
even begin to imagine the scene that would cause. Instead, Ryosuke put away his
work shoes in the shoe rack on the closet door. He removed his socks and put
them in the hamper by the dresser, continuing on to take off his tie and shirt.
The sound of water hitting tile continued low in the background as Ryosuke
changed into a starched short-sleeved shirt and tucked it neatly into his
slacks. Ryosuke put on a new pair of socks and set out his black loafers before
returning to sit on his bed.
cough echoing in the house as the driver accidently
swallowed water. Ryosuke wondered again why he had chosen the boy as the object
of his affections. The younger man was shy to the point of unsocial, humble and
constantly doubting; and yet behind the wheel he was calm and assured, very
controlling and aggressive in his driving style. Ryosuke wondered if the
attraction he felt was for the actual person or for the only racer that had
beaten him.
to the thrill of the lay and worry about the foundation of a relationship
later. He had found his target and he had enough of following behind the other’s
lead. Ryosuke was going to pass Takumi up tonight and cut him off. He was no
longer going to allow Takumi the space to try and run away.
some sniffing as Takumi got out of the shower. Ryosuke stood up, ready to go
and fetch Takumi for dinner, then realized that he
might need some time to dry off. Ryosuke didn’t want to walk in om, wm, which
would probably spook the driver away even more. That would make it hard to keep
Takumi in the same room afterwards.
headache forming. He wondered why he couldn’t just be happy with one of those
girls that threw themselves at him during the racing circuits. Perhaps it was
just to easy to make it with them, all of those girls
ready to brag that they had gotten into the sack with Ryosuke Takahashi.
rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. His hair was still wet and clumping
together in wet strands, dripping onto his shoulders and onto Ryosuke’s shirt.
He was wearing the short-sleeved pressed shirt that Ryosuke had given him
uncomfortably, the shirt too big in the shoulders. He looked around the room,
settling his eyes on the top of the bare dresser instead of looking at Ryosuke.
The shirt was untucked and he played with the edge of
the hem in one hand, the slacks falling down on his hips and bunching up at his
legs, too long for his shorter legs.
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quietly, rubbing his nose again. He scratched the side of his cheek as he
looked over to Ryosuke. He was obviously uncomfortable. Ryosuke smiled at his
dinner companion as he walked over, Takumi taking one step back.
in?” Ryosuke asked, grabbing the hand that was playing with the end of the
shirt. Takumi looked down at the hand covering his wrist and looked back into
Ryosuke’s face.
agreeing with Ryosuke readily. The blush was already coming back, the younger
man still hopelessly mortified. His face was much cleaner and Ryosuke realized
how close he was to Takumi, watching the eyelashes flutter as Takumi looked
away from his face. Perhaps he was a bit too close? Ryosuke leaned over Takumi,
his chin almost touching Takumi’s forehead. He let go of the boy’s wrist and
reached around, gathering up the back of the shirt in his hands. Ryosuke tucked
the shirt in the slacks, spreading out his fingers against the back of Takumi’s
hips to smooth out the shirt.
front of the shirt and began to stuff it in the front of Takumi’s pants. He
pressed down some of the excess fabric into the front of Takumi’s groin, his
fingers brushing dangerously close to an area that made Takumi’s breath hitch.
stomach and the driver looked up, as if surprised that Ryosuke was still even
in the same room. He paused, one hand still in the slacks, the other hand
resting on top of Takumi’s hip. His breath was let out and Ryosuke felt it
tickling the hairs on his neck. Takumi seemed to think about something as he
finished tucking the shirt in, Ryosuke not pulling back after he should have.
Takumi was blushing again, his eyes downcast.
his bare toes almost covered by the long slacks, Ryosuke’s socks looking neat
and smooth underneath the edge of his pants. Ryosuke began to pull away and
Takumi snapped his hand, grabbing a bit of Ryosuke’s shirt in a loose pinch.
Ryosuke smiled at Takumi’s lack of technique as he stood a bit uncomfortably,
shifting his feet. Then, Takumi looked up at Ryosuke, a faint blush still on
his cheeks, before leaning in and kissing Ryosuke full on the lips.
anything as Takumi pulled back and turned around, running a hand through his
wet hair. He was shocked that Takumi had just taken a first step. Maybe he had
picked up on something? Ryosuke wondered if he hadn’t given Takumi enough
credit; that perhaps he was just a little bit aware that Ryosuke desired him.
This made things a little bit different, a little more interesting.
Takumi asked shyly, looking at the wall. He was embarrassed about mov move,
obviously not sure of Ryosuke’s reaction nor wanting to see it in case it was a
turn down. Ryosuke felt elated, just like when he saw the way he was going to
beat another racer. There was the opening. Takumi knew, at least a little bit,
that Ryosuke did want him.
murmured, turning around is dis dresser. He took out a folded pair and threw
them to Takumi, the socks hitting the small of his back. He hadn’t expected
that Takumi wouldn’t turn around. Ryosuke groaned and could have hit something
as Takumi started and jerked away a bit, as if expecting a physical blow.
Takumi mumbled, bendiown own and picking up the socks. He unfolded the
pair then lifted up one foot, yanking it on while standing up. Takumi almost
overbalanced and then did a hop on the other foot before making a final pull on
the sock. He repeated the action and Ryosuke could have laughed out loud at the
childlike antic.
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picking up his shoes.
smoothing out the front of the shirt. His self-consciousness was extreme onto
the point of being annoying. Ryosuke felt his mouth pull into a smirk as they
began walking to the front door, Takumi following doggedly behind. They didn’t
say anything until they reached the door, Takumi lifting up his hands once to
shove them into his pockets before he realized the slacks didn’t have any.
Ryosuke stepped into his shoes as Takumi leaned down, picking up his sneakers
and began to lace them up. <
sneakers, the toes almost worn out. Takumi rolled up the bottom of the pants
before standing up and running a hand through his hair again. Ryosuke decided
that Takumi had already borrowed enough of his clothes, all of his outfit
Ryosuke’s except for the underwear. Besides, it was just like Takumi to wear
the sneakers he had worn every day for the past year to a nice restaurant.
his keys off of the key rack.
closing the door behind them.
irritated that Takumi asked such an obvious question. He held up his keys
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take my car,” he said, a bit gentler. Ryosuke was getting closer and closer to
either yelling at Takumi or forgetting the dinner all together and going right
back into his room.
Ryosuke’s car. The hood was up and thick cords came out from various spots in
the engine and draped down the front before hooking into the electronic sensors
and monitors. They had been running tests on the sleek automobile earlier on in
the day and Ryosuke had yet to unhook it.
passengers’ door as Ryosuke detached the wires from their places on the engine.
Takumi opened the side door and got in, the door echoing through the garage as
he slammed it shut. Ryosuke let the hood drop close, Takumi suddenly visible
through the windshield. The driver was already back into his usual driving
position, one arm up on the window and leaning his head into his hand, staring
like it was the most boring thing he had ever done.
in, the car shifting a bit with the weight. Takumi glanced over before
continuing with the staring out of the window. Ryosuke put the key into the
ignition, turning it on. The engine roared to life and he pressed a bit on the
gas, warming it up. He leaned over to Takumi’s side, pressing the garage door
button. Takumi didn’t even flinch as Ryosuke’s arm brushed against him.
pulled out sharply, making Takumi gasp and scrabble for the handle over the
door. Takumi finally grabbed at the edge of his seat as the car was thrown
around, peeling out. Ryosuke smirked, abruptly reminded of Takumi’s fear of
other people driving. Takumi didn’t like it when he wasn’t behind the wheel,
feeling out of control and in danger when other people drove.
spinning on the pavement before they rocketed into traffic, barely sparing a
glance for other drivers as he began to dart through the residential area
traffic, passing up his neighbors. Takumi yelped as the car grazed past an
older couple and jerked into the other lane, his hands desperately trying to
find purchase somewhere in the car.
out, closing his eyes tightly as they came upon a yellow light. Ryosuke slammed
on the brakes, Takumi flying forward and throwing both hands on the dash to
stop himself from going through the window. The light turned red and the engine
idled as Takumi panted, looking wildly at Ryosuke.
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seatbelt on, snapping it into the lock. As if reminded, Takumi’s hands flew
back and he clutched at his own seatbelt, looking warily at Ryosuke. Ryosuke
looked back at Takumi lazily. Another car pulled up beside them, a young man in
an older car, glaring at Ryosuke and gunning his engine, obviously upset that
he had been passed with such ease earlier. Ryosuke didn’t even look at the
challenger. Unless it was on a mountain pass, it wasn’t going to be worth his
time.
squeaked helplessly as he was thrown back into the seat, Ryosuke already off
again. The other car never even had a chance to accelerate with him. Ryosuke
didn’t bother to look in the rearview mirror.
speed limit!”
Takumi screamed as Ryosuke rounded a corner tightly, cars stopped at the street
staring at the driver. Takumi was thrown into Ryosuke’s shoulder and then back
against the inside of the car, Takumi crying out helplessly as Ryosuke daringly
maneuvered through the urban streets, the pedestrians and other cars flying by
so fast they were almost blurs.
wanted and began to flick his eyes at the road signs,
he cut in front of another car and spun into an underground garage before
braking again in front of the hazard bar. He rolled down the window as Takumi
panted, wiping at his face with shaking hands. The machine beeped and spewed
out a ticket. Ryosuke took it and the bar went up. He pulled forward slowly,
wary about parking lots. Cars had a tendency to jump out where they weren’t
supposed to be, making accidents happen.
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randomly picking at the shirt or the upholstery of the car, breathing hard. His
hand still had a white-knuckled grip on the lock of his seatbelt, his other
hand shaking as he brushed hair out of his eyes. He kept glancing at Ryosuke’s
feet as if expecting them to suddenly push the gas on their own. Ryosuke was
laughing inside, gaining a small amount of amusement and pleasure at seeing
Takumi so easily ruffled into a state of panic.
finding a parking spot. He pulled in and pushed the shift into park. He yanked
up the emergency brake and stepped out. Takumi stayed inside the car, still
trying to get his breath back.
asked, a bit impatient. He couldn’t lock the doors until Takumi decided to open
his door and get out. Takumi looked up at Ryosuke, terror still faintly visible
in his eyes, a bead of sweat coming down the side of his temple. He looked down
at his seatbelt like it was a snake and suddenly tore at it, unlocking it and
scrambling out of the car, realizing that it was his chance to get back on the
ground.
quickly closed the door before resting one arm on the hood of the car, hunching
over and taking deep breaths in an effort to calm himself.
Ryosuke took his time in locking the car, trying to give Takumi a chance to
regain a bit of composure. Ryosuke began to walk toward the elevators, his
shoes clicking on the cement. After a moment he heard the soft squeak of Takumi’s
soles as he trotted up behind Ryosuke.
asked finally. They reached the double doors of the elevators. They stood in
front of it, Ryosuke walking forward a bit and pressing the up button before
looking back at Takumi. He had half a mind to say something brazen like
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a French restaurant, four stars.”
had that,” Takumi mused out loud, mumbling the last of his sentence as he
stared into the air, thinking about all his past dining experiences. “I just
eat tofu and rice all the time. We don’t ever have anything else.”
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He was reminded yet again, despite the amazing ability and natural talent
Takumi had for pushing a car to the best of its limits, he was just a tofu shop
delivery boy. He still lived with his father above their shop, and it was only
obvious that they mostly ate tofu and a liberal amount of rice, the stock food.
Ryosuke wondered a bit about how much Takumi had ever gone out to restaurants,
the sit-down kind like Ryosuke had become accustomed too, not
the fast food joints like Takumi might have gone to with the rest of the team
or his brother’s favorite joint.
the right opened. Ryosuke let Takumi walk in ahead of him. Takumi walked in
slowly, his shoulders slumped. He moved in and leaned his shoulder into the far
side of the elevator, his forehead hitting the wall to rest against it, the
beaten metal casting back a distorted, fuzzy reflection. Ryosuke sighed at the
lack of etiquette before hitting the button for the top floor.
different ways, so it isn’t like the same thing every night. I just got used to
the taste, so I mean, it was just like every other meal,” Takumi explained
slowly. Ryosuke already felt bored with Takumi’s past dinners, sensing that he
ate the same bland, dull thing every night, day, morning, whenever.
have it cold, or bake it. Sometimes I . . .” Takumi trailed off about how he
made his tofu when Ryosuke turned on him, a glare focusing on the younger man.
He lifted his head a bit, pressing his body back into the wall as if to make
over Takumi, one hand in his pocket and fingering his keys. Takumi looked up
into Ryosuke’s face, a bit scared as he blinked at him.
young adults came laughing in, one almost bumping Ryosuke before he shot a look
down at the young teenage boy, making the unnatural blonde freeze in his tracks
and stop giggling madly with his friends. Someone whispered something about the
two being so close together and Takumi’s eyes widened and he flushed before
trying to cram his hands in the pockets he didn’t have and looked over in the
corner, pressing himself more against the hand bar, the pants lifting up and
gaping around his stomach as they were pushed up. Ryosuke glared at them again,
indignant that these young people would even speak about him within earshot.
One girl squeaked and grabbed her friend’s arm, pulling herself behind the
other girl as she began to laugh nervously under Ryosuke’s gaze.
Ryosuke said politely, gravelly. It rang out in the elevator. The door dinged
again and the group pushed closer to them as an older couple came in, the door
beginning to close.
rushed businessman threw a hand into the door, causing the doors to bounce away
and let the man move in, laughing about his rushed manner. Ryosuke’s eyes
flipped down to the shadowy hole created by the slightly large pants ballooning
out from Takumi’s body. The boy grunted, cond, ad, and followed his line of
sight. Takumi straightened up, almost hitting Ryosuke as he moved away stiffly,
inching to the corner of the elevator furthest away from people. Ryosuke was
pushed back by the crowd, his presence keeping anyone from actually touching
him.
the amount of people in the small elevator, looking up to Ryosuke with a
slightly panicked expression before trying to make himself smaller yet again,
digging the toe of his foot in the carpet, the same nervous habits coming out
again. The elevator continued to rise, out of the parking lot and into the
building, the silvery walls reflecting all the passengers. Takumi was beginning
to breathe a bit quicker, at least to anyone who knew him. Everyone else must
have thought Takumi was barely alive.
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crook of Takumi’s neck that peeked out from the large collar, Takumi’s breath
making that area of skin move. The
elevator finally reached the top floor of the large businesslike tower, where
the sky-view restaurant was located. Ryosuke waited for the rest of the
elevator to empty out, waiting for Takumi to look up.
his expression nervous yet still tired and bored. Ryosuke led them to the
waiting desk, the dimly lit dining area murmuring softly with clinking plates
and dinner conversation. A piano was playing a slow, jazz tempo song, candles and
small, miniature lamps casting a very private glow of light on the romantic
tables for two.
woman was waiting for them, two menus already in hand. Her chest and waist were
smartly outlined by a tight black velvet vest, a pinstriped white long sleeved
shirt billowing out lightly. She wore a long black skirt, a slit going
dangerously up her leg, almost to the hip. Her black hair was pulled back
sharply into a bun, two smart and styled bangs hanging around her face. Ryosuke
smiled and she smirked back, already pushing out her lips suggestively.
glaring at the woman like a threatened animal. Takumi took several shuffled
steps forward, putting himself slightly in front of Ryosuke. For being as
extremely shy as he was, Takumi was still quick to a temper and acted on it
instinctively. He was already using his body language to warn the hostess to
back off. The woman merely smiled down at Takumi like she would look at a pet,
her eyes flicking down to Takumi’s ratty shoes, one lace peeking out on his
right sneaker.
racer already defeated. He let the woman smile and welcome
them to the restaurant, embarrassed by her examining his tattered sneakers and
already defeated. Ryosuke walked passed him as she took them to their seats. A
waitress came up and opened her mouth before the hostess shot her a meaningful
look and she backed away. Ryosuke pulled out the chair for Takumi and watched
as the younger man already walked past the seat before he noticed him. The
hostess stared at Takumi in a new kind of shock, before looking back to Ryosuke
incredulously.
little breath when Ryosuke pushed Takumi’s seat in. Ryosuke smiled at the hostess
and allowed his fingertips to skim her hip lightly so that it might almost be a
mistake before taking his own seat across from Takumi. She smiled back at
Ryosuke, the seductive act getting a bit of result. She gave Takumi his menu
without him reaching up to accept it. She let it drop to the table before
turning to Ryosuke, her full attention beaming down on him.
tonight, if you’re interested?” Ryosuke frowned at the menu in front of him,
her lack of subtly taking a bit of the fun out of flirting with the woman.
the specials?” Ryosuke asked, once again looking at Takumi. The woman’s eyes
widened a bit at his evasion at her flirt, looking back to Takumi suspiciously.
Takumi stared back at the woman, looking bored and disinterested. He shook his
head with a negative noise, not even taking the effort to form a word.
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smiled and asked for the house wine, the woman already moving off to take care
of their orders. Takumi looked helpless and out of place, glancing around the
restaurant in an almost gawking manner.
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asked over his menu after a while. Takumi looked at Ryosuke in a surprised
manner, pulled away from staring at a couple across the room. Takumi looked
down at his menu in a bit of confusion before finally picking it up and
studying it, his eyes narrowing in the dark light.
his eyes up and down the menu, hunkering close to it as if the menu was going
to whisper something to him. Ryosuke groaned silently and the woman came back
with a tray. She sat down two glasses with water and another two glasses of red
wine, her eyes staying a bit too long on Takumi, like she doubted his legal
age. The woman didn’t say anything and Ryosuke was silently impressed by her
tact.
asked, staring fully into Ryosuke’s eyes, her big black ones framed by mascara
and eyeliner. Ryosuke smiled sweetly, though inside he was looking down on the
excessive eye make up. His eyes glanced up to Takumi’s face, comparing them
without even realizing it. Takumi’s eyelashes framed his brown eyes, half
covering them as he looked down at the menu. Takumi blinked and glanced up at
Ryosuke, his mouth still open from reading the menu. Despite the inept
expression that almost lacked any emotion, Takumi’s small face with
asked, wondering if he had done something wrong. The hostess blinked, realizing
that Ryosuke’s attention hadn’t been on her and didn’t bother repressing her
grunt of disapproval. Ryosuke smirked and shook his head.
Ryosuke lied smoothly. Takumi looked down at the menu again, as if it had
changed since he looked away from it.
into the menu, his slightly damp hair falling down in front of his eyes.
and Takumi, collecting the menu from his slack fingers. He handed the menus to
the hostess and she smiled at him before turning on her heel, scribbling down
the order without a second glance at Takumi. Takumi looked down at the table
before tentatively sipping at the wine, making a small slurping noise as he
glanced over the rim to Ryosuke.
asked, attempting a conversation. Takumi was still sipping at the wine, looking
around distractedly. He set the glass down, already half gone, before grimacing
and pressing his lips together.
unable to thif anf any words. Ryosuke felt a headache form again at the lack of
a conversation as they lapsed into silence. Ryosuke unfolded the napkin and
placed it in his lap. Takumi watched him, then thought
for a moment before following suit, dumping the silverware out loudly on the
table.
you,” Ryosuke offered after a moment.
be able to pick anyway,” Takumi murmured distractedly, already accepting that
Ryosuke made the decision for him. He took another sip of the wine, draining
the rest of the cup.
to be like this?” Takumi asked in all honesty. He probably seriously considered
that they might be trying to conserve energy or there was a lack of light bulbs
in the place.
Ryosuke explained. Takumi nodded and kept looking around before back to Ryosuke’s
face.
again.
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have to slap Takumi. Thankfully, the hostess came sauntering up to their table,
two plates in hand. She set them down, asking polite questions about if they
needed anything else before leaving the table again. Takumi stared down at the
plate, his brows crunching together.
hostess asked, already back at the table and pouring
Takumi another glass. Ryosuke took a bland taste of his, his nose curling at
the young tang the wine had. Takumi didn’t mind and was already sipping at the
glass again, his face innocent as he put the considerable less filled glass
back on the table almost before the hostess had a chance to turn away. She
smirked and slopped a bit more in before winking at Ryosuke and removing
herself from their table.
and cut away a small piece of a chicken breast in the middle of a thick sauce,
the meat almost drowning. Takumi’s eyes followed Ryosuke’s hands and he picked
up the utensils and bit unfamiliarly and slowly cut small pieces out of his own
chicken all at once, causing the sauce to lap at the edges of his plate. His
knife made small, high pitched scratching against the plate as Takumi sawed at
the food.
Takumi worked at hacking it into small, even chunks. He soon had it all in
bite-sized bits and set his knife down, letting it rest half on the table and
half on the edge of his plate. Ryosuke cut away another piece as Takumi stabbed
the fork into a piece in the middle of the plate one-handedly. Takumi raked his
teeth against the fork to get the chicken off and began to chew it, keeping his
mouth closed almost too much, like he was concentrating on it.
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mean, it’s really, uh, good, it tastes really different,” he explained, taking
another piece. Ryosuke smiled at Takumi’s enjoyment, taking a drink of the
water. The rest of the meal continued with Takumi making little vague comments
about the taste, finishing off the rest of the meal slowDespDespite the lack of
any meaningful conversation, Ryosuke was strangely enjoying himself as he
languidly watched Takumi eat, taking a few sporting passes at his own meal.
check, her number written at the top of the receipt with a name. Ryosuke put
a c a credit card and smiled again at her as she took the ticket and card off
to the register. Takumi was making pleasant sighs, very content as he worked on
the fourth glass of wine.
come back,” she said huskily before setting down the receipts. Ryosuke wrote in
a decent amount for a teforefore crumpling the copy with her number up and leaving
it on the table. Ryosuke stood up and Takumi unsteadily jumped out of his
chair, hitting his knees against the bottom of the table.
Takumi following Ryosuke. Ryosuke waved goodbye to their entertaining hostess
as they went to the open elevators. Ryosuke helped Takumi into the elevator
before closing the door and pressing a button. There was no one else in the
elevator as they began to go down to the parking garage again. The elevator
silently started to lurch down, making Takumi moan and grip at his stomach.
complained quietly, almost to himself. Takumi bit his lower lip, obviously
trying to overcome nausea. Ryosuke put a hand on his shoulder to steady him and
Takumi jerked away, right into the wall. Ryosuke stepped toward him again,
jabbing his knee between Takumi’s legs.
Ryosuke asked, dropping his voice. Takumi shook his head helplessly, putting a
hand against Ryosuke’s arm. Ryosuke leaned in, covering Takumi’s mouth with
his. Takumi moaned and turned his head, burping.
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he moaned, trying to lift one leg over Ryosuke’s to get away. Ryosuke put a
hand on Takumi’s hip and shoved him back, kissing him again and pressing his
tongue against his teeth, trying to get the younger man to open his mouth.
Takumi shook his head, grunting and trying to move away.
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. . .” The elevator door dinged and two men in suits walked in, talking about a
stock market. Ryosuke kissed Takumi again, unable to stop, pushing his leg up
between Takumi’s legs, making his upper thigh dig into Takumi’s groin.
the men stared openly. Ryosuke took Takumi’s elbow in one hand and began to
lead his sickening date to his car. Takumi stopped half way, jerking his arm
out of Ryosuke’s grasp, but leaning heavily on Ryosuke’s shoulder, panting and
holding his stomach.
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of food,” Takumi said forcefully, sounding a bit in pain. Ryosuke helped him to
the passenger side of the car, but pushed Takumi up against the door instead of
unlocking it for him, once again demanding his full attention as he began to
make out with Takumi, grabbing at his shirt and pulling it out of his pants.
wrestled the keys out of Ryosuke’s grip and unlocked the door, falling inside
heavily. Ryosuke almost managed to walk around the front of the car and sit in
the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel in an effort to contain himself.
quite leaning in as much as falling on Ryosuke’s shoulder, landing a sloppy
kiss on the corner of his mouth. Ryosuke didn’t care that Ta’s l’s lack of
experience was felt through the kiss, but the mere fact that Takumi was acting
on his own thrilled him. Ryosuke turned the car on, the engine shaking the
interior. The radio turned on, a fast, techno song coming on. Takumi had a hand
on Ryosuke’s stomach, copying the move from earlier in the evening as he put
his hand down the front of Ryosuke’s pants.
lot with almost as much speed as he had done at the house. His underarm hit
against Takumi’s hand as he slammed the car into gear, making it jump against
the skin below his belly button, not quite ready to go lower yet. Ryosuke
peeled out in the parking lot, making the vehicle fly forward. He got around
the corner, taking them up to the exit. Ryosuke rolled down his window as he
slammed on the brakes, sliding up to the ticket booth.
Ryosuke couldn’t catch and began landing little kisses against the bottom of
his jaw bone and the upper part of his neck, his hand working down as Ryosuke
struggled to get out the wallet. The tollbooth man sd atd at the man pushing
himself against Ryosuke as he handed him the ticket, Takumi accidently
landing a small bite as his hand slipped in its grip on the car seat, making
him fall onto Ryosuke.
. gonna be five dollars,” the man said lowly, licking his lips. Ryosuke glared
at him for staring at Takumi’s leg as it pushed up against the stick shift,
making the slacks rise up a bit to show a small amount of white skin. He handed
a bill to the man and was already going as soon as the bar went up.
driving no where nearly as steady as it had been on the way there. He
accelerated jerkily, almost missing the points to shift as Takumi continued to
attack his neck. Ryosuke grabbed Takumi’s wrist where it was pushing down at
the button on his pants, trying to keep Takumi from starting anything before he
could get the younger man in a bed. Takumi’s fingers jerked and he moaned,
grunting and pulling his mouth away from Ryosuke’s skin, his breath hot.
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Ryosuke wondered how sick Takumi must feel if he was still whining about it.
Takumi removed his hand, taking it as a hint to back off. He moved off of the
middle divider in the car, settling back into his seat. Takumi threw his head
back, breathing hard as he closed his eyes tightly. Ryosuke reached over, using
his shift hand to grip the inside of Takumi’s thigh.
,”
Ryosuke promised, letting his hand slide back with the motion of the car as he
accelerated. Takumi groaned at the pressure Ryosuke put on the front of his
pants, making a faint gagging face, his shoulders tossing. Takumi grabbed at
Ryosuke, trying to push him away. Ryosuke gripped him tighter, warning Takumi
to let go. The driver’s hands jerked spasmodically on Ryosuke’s arm at the
pain, Takumi wincing away.
Takumi moaned painfully, shaking his head.
Even above the immediate situation, he was not going to allow Takumi to vomit
anywhere near the interior of the car. Takumi nodded, his pallor waning into a
sickly white.
loud, letting his head hit the window. Ryosuke glanced over as Takumi struggled
with his breathing, removing his hand to downshift as they came up on a
stoplight. Takumi pushed his forehead against the glass.
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Ryosuke snapped, a little bit more then aroused and running out of patience. As
he waited for the light to change, he smiled through the irritation and worked
at Takumi’s pants, managing to get the top button to slip open. Takumi frowned
down at the hand but didn’t lift a limb to stop him.
zipper down before they were in front of the garage. He didn’t even bother with
opening the garage door. He turned off the car and rushed around to Takumi’s
side, opening up the door. Takumi sagged out the door and Ryosuke had to catch
him before he fell all the way to the ground. Ryosuke hauled Takumi out of the
car, hooking his elbows underneath Takumi’s arms, waiting for the driver to
gain his feet. Takumi struggled a bit, then stood up
however unsteadily on his own.
rushed over to the sid the the gravel, hurling into the bushes and making a
coughing noise. Immediately the stench of the tart wine and the sauce from
dinner reached Ryosuke’s nose. He walked away to allow Takumi some privacy as
the driver put his hands on his knees and vomited again, the painful heaving
echoing across the front lawn. Ryosuke
unlocked the door and waited for Takumi to stop making hurling noises. Soon
enough, Takumi was staggering to the front door, wiping his hand against the
back of his mouth.
his words a bit. Ryosuke pushed Takumi through the door, locking it behind
them. The house was dark and unlit, meaning Keisuke and the others were not
back yet. Ryosuke grabbed Takumi by the front of the shirt and leaned in before
hesitating, considering his action.
that,” he told Takumi, looking distastefully at Takumi’s mouth. Takumi frowned,
pushing Ryosuke’s hands off of his body.
snapped, crossing his arms angrily. The effect was ruined by Takumi staggering
while standing still. Ryosuke had to reach out and catch Takumi before the
driver fell over.
up to my bedroom,” he ordered Takumi. The younger driver just nodded and began
to lurch into the living room, catching himself with a hand on the wall. Takumi
began to slowly move toward Ryosuke’s room, dragging his feet. Ryosuke turned
around and stepped out of his loafers and moving them to the side before taking
Takumi’s hastily kicked off sneakers and arranging them out of the way of
general traffic.
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the water in his mouth over the bathroom sink when Ryosuke walked into the
room. He spat it out, coughing a bit, using a hand to steady himself. Ryosuke
moved forward, smg dog down at Takumi. He reached forward, pushing open the
pants that Takumi never zipped closed. With the small amount of pressure the
slacks were pushed off of his hips and fell around his knees, the large amount
of excess fabric wrapping around Takumi’s lower legs.
feeling good, see?” Takumi explained, flushing as
Ryosuke brushed his hair away from his face. Takumi jerked away and Ryosuke put
an arm around his shoulders, keeping him from pulling away. He leaned in and
kissed the top of Takumi’s ear, landing a little love nip. Takumi moaned a bit
and went limp, his hands locked to the side of the sink
under Takumi’s captured legs and lifted him up. Takumi yelped and began kicking
and trying to struggle away, pushing against Ryosuke’s shoulders. He couldn’t
get his legs to buck through the slacks that were beginning to slip around his
ankles. Takumi began to yell at Ryosuke to stop and put him down right away, or
else he was going to be sick all over the place.
his bed, pinning Takumi down by straddling the top of his legs, Takumi tried to
struggle away sideways, kicking at the pants in an attempt to gain maneuvering
space. Ryosuke worked at the top buttons of his shirt. Takumi slowly stopped
struggling and began to stare in absolute terror at Ryosuke’s hands.
throw up again,” Takumi moaned, pushing at Ryosuke’s knees. Ryosuke finished
undoing the front buttons of his shirt and pulled his arms out of it, letting
the shirt drop off the side of the bed and onto the floor. Takumi gaped at
Ryosuke’s upper body, shaking his head when Ryosuke began to undo the younger
man’s shirt, striking away Takumi’s hands.
Takumi started before Ryosuke muffled him with his mouth. Takumi made noises
into Ryosuke’s mouth, still trying to protest. Ryosuke took the chance and shot
his tongue forward, pressing at the top of Takumi’s mouth, feeling a rush of
warmth to his groin.
helping Ryosuke push the shirt off of his body. He breathed in sharply through
his nose, his tongue hesitantly touching Ryosuke’s. Ryosuke made an
appreciative noise, trying to encourage Takumi while working out his wallet. He
finally managed to get a grip on the wallet and pulled it out, digging through
until his found the condom pack. With all of the fans that Ryosuke had run
across at random moments, he was never caught unprepared.
the condom tightly in his fist, not ready to open it yet, but not trusting it
to stay in one place on the bed. Ryosuke wrested at his own pants, undoing the
belt and shoving at them with both hands. Takumi suddenly grabbed a handful of
Ryosuke’s pants and yanked them down, banishing any
doubt Ryosuke might have had about cooperation on his part.
moving his mouth down to one of Takumi’s nipples, biting it before sucking on
the hardening nub, making Takumi flinch and jerk to the side, lifting up his
hips to meet up with Ryosuke’s. Now that Ryosuke had pulled all the stops and
had finally pushed them to sex before even warming them up, Takumi was
responding and moving on his own. It struck Ryosuke as similar to Takumi’s
driving style, immediately rushing forward and depending on his instincts to
feel the car, just like Takumi moved on instinct as well, his hands on Ryosuke’s
hips.
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down Takumi’s waist, trying not to rush it yet unable to stop from pushing at
Takumi’s limits, seeing what wandering hands could get away with. Takumi pulled
at Ryosuke’s shoulders, trying to draw the man back to his face. As soon as
Ryosuke looked up, Takumi daringly moved in, kissing Ryosuke and using his
tongue, copying Ryosuke’s example.
against Takumi’s ribs, feeling the bones move underneath the skin as Takumi
panted. Takumi reached up and took the condom out of Ryosuke’s hands, tearing
it open between their bodies. Ryosuke could have died as Takumi stretched out
the condom before snapping it on the head. Ryosuke definitely knew that Takumi
had engaged in sex before.
Ryosuke sucked at Takumi’s neck, mg sug sure to leave marks. It was these
discoveries that made Ryosuke realize the reasons why he was falling in love
with the other hapless and dull driver. Takumi pushed the condom down on
Ryosuke’s now fully hardened erection. Whatever inexperience and hesitation he
had shown before was gone as Takumi kneaded him through the plastic with his
hand, pressing his legs against Ryosuke’s in a physical request to get off him.
him onto his stomach. Thinking about it for a moment, he stuck his finger in
his mouth and worked some spit out. He kissed the back of Takumi’s neck as he
worked the finger in, Takumi gasping painfully. Ryosuke tried to stretch
Takumi, not exactly sure but from what he heard it was a good idea. He pushed a
second finger in, the younger driver crying out and pushing his head into the
pillow, clenching his eyes closed.
at Takumi’s sudden liveliness. He hadn’t expected Takumi to be a loud lover,
thinking that he would go about it like everything else. Ryosuke knew that he
hadn’t pictured Takumi’s same bland expression as the face he’d have in the
middle of sex, but he hadn’t expected the young man to turn into a gasping
thing, the muscles clenching around his fingers.
removing his fingers. He nudged at Takumi’s throbbing opening with his manhood,
hoping that Takumi would be ready. Takumi cried out, his body trying to
struggle away from the sudden pain. Ryosuke tried to push in slowly as Takumi
tried to pull away, his body not taking in Ryosuke like a woman’s did.
women he had been with screamed without restraint, crying out how they loved
him to half the neighborhood. Takumi was under him, trying to suppress any
cries and losing every time, muffling his mouth with the pillow. Ryosuke had
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in, the pressure incredible. He had never found this in any woman, always
managing to ease in and begin a rhythm. With Takumi, it was a slow struggle,
the body clenching as it began to slowly stretch around him. Finally, the warm
mass of Takumi’s insides had been pushed apart enough to accept Ryosuke fully.
He began to pump in and out, unable to create a fast beat against Takumi’s
resisting body. Takumi began to cry out in pleasure, still shoving his face in
the pillow in an attempt to stop the screams.
Ryosuke could at least put down endurance as he began to slam into Takumi, the
other boy already spent and making weak cries, little tears of pain squeezing
out of the corners of his eyes. Shuddering, Ryosuke finally shot out with a
cry, or at least as loud of voice as he would allow himself to make. He smiled,
rather pleased with himself as he collapsed on top of Takumi.
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turning his head miserably. Ryosuke blinked, not hearing the usual compliments
or moans of pleasure. He pulled out of Takumi, almost offended, before he
realized that Takumi probably had food poisoning and had just been nailed in
the bed. Ryosuke carefully removed the condom before he tied a knot at the top,
the semen sagging and stretching in a bizarre parody of a water balloon. He
finally rolled off of Takumi to throw it away, slinging it into his paper
basket.
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finish, suddenly launching out of the bed to run to the bathroom, covering his
mouth with both hands. The light flicked on and was followed immediately by the
sounds of Takumi being violently ill. Ryosuke made a clicking noise with his
tongue, feeling definitely put out. No one else had gotten sick after having
sex with him except Takumi.
rinsed his mouth out, blubbering in the water. The water was turned off and
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I didn’t feel good,” Takumi accused a bit guiltily, covering his stomach with
his hand.
I’m back!” Keisuke yelled out, slamming open the door. Ryosuke froze on the
bed, still naked and turned on his side to pay attention to Takumi. Keisuke
took it in easily, sniffing the air.
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curiously, swinging his head around the door to stare at Takumi. Keisuke’s
mouth dropped open and Takumi was merely frozen, mortified with his eyes locked
on Keisuke in intense embarrassment.
don’t care, guys, I mean, if you love each other and all,” Keisuke began to
babble nervously, backing out of the door. Takumi suddenly grabbed a towel, far
too late, and held it in front of him, already moving back to stand behind the
doorway.
pulled up the sheets and jerked them around his hips, irritated and poorly
hiding it.
it’s, something like that,” Keisuke insinuated poorly.
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it, man.” Keisuke winked heavily. Takumi looked fit to die, half of his face
peeking around the doorway.
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like. So, shut up and get out,” Ryosuke growled, leaving the threat unsaid.
Keisuke nodded, making a suggestive noise and bobbing his head toward Takumi
behind the door.
it!” Keisuke
gave Ryosuke the thumbs up before closing the door, already yelling down the
hall to someone coming in from the garage. Takumi looked at Ryosuke with the
same horrified expression as they both heard Keisuke explain excitedly to
another racer that they were together. Takumi was already back
at the toilet before Ryosuke had a chance to get into a pair of boxers.
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\"Neon Lights\"\'>AUTHOR’S NOTE: I know NOTHING about cars. I drive a Honda Civic,
the only real car. Mmm, I cut my finger at
work so it’s swelled up like a bitch, making it frickin’
hard to type! I’m writing this fanfic with blood,
baby(bitch moan, I know. . .) Support your local waitress, they are human
beings too . . . who get fatty cuts on fingers.... grr
. . . I know that the Japanese use yen, but I mean, dollar is the same thing
and otherwise you’re getting annoying... at least that’s how I am when I read
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know? Oh, and if anyone’s offended about the lawyer comment, my dad’s one, so I
have room to talk shit! Oh, aneurism! It’s my favorite little medical
when your brain breaks. BIG thanks to Lacie Divine,
the best damn proof-reader and showgirl ever!
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