keisuke's tutorial on boredom

Disclaimer: Initial D, Takeshi, and Shingo all belong to Shigeno Shuichi. They're not mine, more's the pity, otherwise you'd see them doing a lot more than racing cars and looking pretty. ^_~

Author's Notes: Silly and pointless piece of fluff that this might be, I'm still proud of it. Why? Because I actually used the word 'cock' in it, and I finished the smut in one day, instead of dragging it out forever and ever. XD Even if I do still need to work on not blushing as red as Takumi when I do. :P

Keisuke's Tutorial on Boredom

Takahashi Keisuke was bored. Bored bored bored. He took a look around his room, hoping that something would catch his eye and could relieve the boredom. The pile of magazines by his bed? Nah. He'd already flipped through them a number of times. Maybe he could surprise his mom, not to mention the rest of his family, by actually cleaning his room. Psh. Yeah, right. Despite what people thought, he knew where everything in his room was. It wasn't his fault that nobody else could figure out his system of organization.

Keisuke flopped back onto his bed. He couldn't even go and bother his older brother since Ryousuke was at the hospital. Hmm. Maybe he could go visit his aniki. Remebering the last time he'd done that and been yelled at by his father, Keisuke winced and scratched that idea.

What then? He rolled over onto his side, eying the slightly uneven clock on his night stand that Takumi had given him a couple weeks ago for his birthday. Keisuke's lips twitched upwards as he remembered the fiery blush across the young Akina driver's cheeks as he'd silently handed over the hand-wrapped package and mumbled, "Happy birthday, Keisuke."

Now there was a thought. He hadn't seen Takumi since then, when he'd kept the young downhill specialist out so late that he'd missed his morning delivery the next morning. Takumi's father had not been happy and had grounded the young man for a month. Only half of which had passed. Damn. Maybe next time, he'd control himself and not keep Takumi out so late. Or, maybe not. He and self-control barely had a nodding acquaintance after all.

Checking the time, Keisuke figured that Takumi would be working at the Esso station for a few more hours. More than enough time to drive over to hang-out for awhile. Besides, his beloved Keiko needed a good wash. And it had been way too long since he'd been able to make the hachi-roku driver blush clear down to his toes.

* * * * *

"Irrashaimasse!"

Takumi looked up from the sweeping he was doing and blinked. A familiar yellow RX-7 had pulled into the Esso station. Moments later, the whining engine was cut off, the door opened, and Keisuke's spiky-blonde hair popped out.

Takumi hurried over to the Akagi driver, pausing to put away his broom. Keisuke's face lit into a bright grin as he approached and Takumi felt his own lips responding with a smile. His face grow hot when Keisuke raked his eyes down Takumi's body, the grin on the Redsuns driver's face growing wider.

How was it that after all this time, he could still blush like an idiot with just one glance from the older blonde? Maybe it was because by this time, he knew exactly what Keisuke was thinking when his eyes looked at him that way - probably undressing him in his mind. Curious, Takumi tried it himself, imagining Keisuke's tall, lean body being revealed one article of clothing at a time . He choked and stumbled. Strong arms caught him and he raised his eyes to meet Keisuke's laughing light-brown gaze.

"You okay, there?"

Takumi's face got so hot he was afraid he was going to catch on fire. Leaning forward, he made to bury his embarrassed face in Keisuke's neck before remembering where he was and jerking back. Hearing a muffled snicker from behind him, Takumi turned and glared at his best friend before turning back to the Mazda driver.

"I'm fine."

Keisuke's face lit up in another of his blinding grins and Takumi had to jerk his mind back from its trip into the gutter that the smile inspired. He lowered his eyes to somewhere around Keisuke's throat and swallowed, trying to suppress the blush he knew was spreading on his face. Again. It had been a long two-weeks without being able to see the older driver that knew just how to make his body burn in so many different ways. One of them, apparently, being to just stand there and grin at him, he thought in disgust.

"Um...was there something you needed, Keisuke-sempai?"

There. That was a good, safe question that wouldn't get him in trouble with his eaves-dropping co-workers. Keisuke leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Oh, I need to feel you naked and squirming all up against me, or maybe bent over the hood of my car, but I can save that for later. I do have some sense of shame after all."

Takumi swallowed a moan and swayed as Keisuke's voice wrapped silky tendrils of warmth all around him and his words made rational thought fly right out of his head. It took all of his control and concentration to not look up and meet Keisuke's eyes, because if he did, it'd be all over and he really didn't want to give his friends any more material to tease him with. It wasn't fair though.

Keisuke's hands around his arms tightened for a moment before pulling away. "Since we seem to have an audience and I don't feel like putting on a free show, how about you fill the tank and give Keiko the bath she so richly deserves?"

Gas. Wash. Work, right. "I can do that."

"Good," Keisuke chuckled, "then get to it. When you're done with work, I'll give you a ride home. After we neck for a bit, of course."

Takumi jumped when the Redsuns driver smacked his ass, "Keisuke-sempai!"

"What?" The RX-7 driver was all wide-eyed innocence.

"Nothing," Takumi sighed. Trying to stop Takahashi Keisuke from being himself was like trying to keep Itsuki away from girls. Or, maybe, Iketani from crying every time that Mako's name was even mentioned - an impossible proposition. Shaking his head to clear it of the distracting thoughts he was starting to have, Takumi settled his cap more firmly on his head and got to work.

* * * * *

Keisuke grinned and walked into the lounge of the station, making sure that he could still see Takumi as he worked from where he was sitting. He shook out a cigarette and lit it, leaning back as he exhaled.

Oh yeah, coming to visit Takumi at his work definitely ranked up there on Keisuke's list of fun things to do. It was just so easy to tease the young hachiroku driver, and provided tons of amusement, too. Making Takumi blush and seeing the color spread on the young man's cheeks was an activity that Keisuke didn't think he'd ever get tired of. Especially when they were alone, where he could follow the blush as it traveled down Takumi's body. Keisuke licked his lips and smirked, letting that pleasant thought percolate through his brain a bit more. It was a good thing that he liked loose pants. Watching Takumi through the window, Keisuke smoked and let the quiet of the lounge lull him to sleep.

The tinkling of the bell above the door to the lounge woke Keisuke from some trippy dream where Nakazato and Shouji of the NightKids were the criminal masterminds of an opposing government organization set on ruling the country by challenging hashiriya to gum-tape death matches. Shaking his head, Keisuke decided that he was going to lay-off the midnight ramen snacks.

He looked up and stared. Takumi was shaking his fingers through his hair. His soaking wet hair. Keisuke moved his eyes down and took in the dripping clothes clinging to the younger driver's body and the puddle of water rapidly forming under his feet.

"What happened?"

Takumi made a noise of frustration, "Itsuki, that idiot, tripped and dumped his bucket of water all over me after we were done with washing your car. I need to change."

Eyes still riveted on the clothes plastered on Takumi's body, Keisuke got up and grabbed the young man's hand. "I'll help."

"What?"

Startled eyes flew up to meet his and Keisuke grinned. "You think I'm gonna waste a prime opportunity like this? Tcha, right. Never let it be said that Takahashi Keisuke doesn't know when an opportunity is jumping up and biting him on the ass."

There was that pretty blush again, and this time, Keisuke didn't bother trying to squelch his reaction to it. Keeping a firm grip on Takumi's hand, he dragged the younger driver into the stations small employee dressing room and locked the door. He definitely didn't want any interruptions.

Wasting no time, he pushed Takumi up against the nearest wall and planted his lips firmly on the younger man's, tongue seeking, and gaining entrance to Takumi's hot mouth. Oh yeah, this was what he'd missed. Takumi's hands snaked their way around Keisuke's back and up to his shoulders even as the younger driver's tongue woke up and started to play with his.

Keisuke made quick work of the buttons on Takumi's shirt, one hand moving up the damp skin to latch onto a nipple while the other hand dropped to cup the younger man's growing hardness through the wet pants. Takumi gasped and moaned, tightening his grip on Keisuke's shoulders, arching into the light touch.

The RX-7 driver licked and nibbled his way down Takumi's jaw and neck, pausing to tongue the pulse on his young lover's throat while he put both hands to work on the uniform pants. When the button and zipper were done with, Keisuke didn't bother to waste any time jerking the pants off, and buried his hands into Takumi's boxers to cup the younger driver's ass and haul him flush against his own insistent arousal.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered and started to grind his hips against Takumi's, moving his mouth back to the younger driver's to swallow the breathless gasps coming from them. Insistent hands grabbed hold of his spiky hair and pulled his head back before Takumi's hot mouth attached itself to the juncture of his neck and shoulders.

Growling in appreciation, Keisuke jammed his thumbs into the waistbands of Takumi's pants and boxers, wrestling them off the young driver's hips. Not an easy action considering the way that the wet material clung to Takumi's skin, not to mention the knee Keisuke had inserted between the younger man's legs.

When he had the pants about half-way down Takumi's thighs, Keisuke backed off just enough to undo his own pants. Never had he been more glad to have gone commando than he was right then, a quick tig and he was free. Keisuke bent and caught Takumi's legs under the knees and pulled those long legs around his waist.

Takumi took the hint and hooked his ankles together, rearranging his arms so that they were wrapped around Keisuke's neck. Of mutual accord, they both brought their mouths back together, tongues sliding against each other. Keisuke slid his hands back up Takumi's thighs to knead the pert ass he'd always thought was rather cute and found so very distracting. Cracking open one eye, he took a quick scan of the room and then reached out a hand to dispense a dollop of hand-lotion onto his hand, rubbing the fruity-smelling goop around his fingers.

Keisuke pressed one slim finger down and against Takumi's opening. The young driver in his arms tightened his hold around Keisuke and groaned from deep in his throat. Keisuke pressed and rubbed at the sensitive entrance, causing Takumi to moan and writhe.

The young driver tore his mouth away and gasped, "K-k-keisuke...please...."

Keisuke ignored Takumi's pleas and continued to tease the younger driver with his finger, never pressing quite hard enough to penetrate. Whimpering, Takumi tried to press back into the elusive touch. When that didn't work, he dropped his head and bit Keisuke on the shoulder.

Chuckling, Keisuke pressed and slipped his finger inside easily, turning his head to nibble on Takumi's ear. The young Akina driver moaned, eyes fluttering shut and his head falling back. Realizing that he couldn't wait that much longer himself, Keisuke quickly inserted a second finger, and then a third. Takumi’s eyes flew open and he cried out when Keisuke withdrew his fingers and the RX-7 driver leaned forward to kiss the younger man.

"Shh.... Just wait a bit.... Only a little longer now," he promised. Pressing more lotion on his hand, he covered his own rock hard length and grasped Takumi's hips to move into position. A smooth push and he was in. Keisuke groaned at the intense heat and tight clasp of Takumi's body around him, barely noticing the teeth biting into his shoulder.

"Now?" Takumi gasped.

Burying his face into the younger man's neck, Keisuke let out a breathless laugh. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he panted and started to thrust, all his focus on the incredible sensations centered at his groin. In. Out. In. Goddamn it felt so good. Takumi felt so good. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to last very long at all. From the sounds coming from the younger driver, Takumi wasn't going to be lasting very long either.

Even as he was surrounded by pure ecstasy and feeling, he knew that Takumi was close from the younger man's frantic movements and continuous moans. Growling, Keisuke thrust harder and snaked one hand between their bodies to grasp the hard cock rubbing against his belly. Takumi froze and clamped down. Hard.

"Keisuke!"

Suppressing the urge to shout, Keisuke opened his mouth wide against Takumi's neck and slammed into the younger driver for several more thrusts before shuddering and sinking to the ground, his knees giving out at the intensity of his orgasm.

After what seemed an eternity, Takumi wriggled against him and Keisuke chuckled, biting the younger man's ear. "Already? Gimme some time to recover and then we'll talk."

Takumi choked and smacked Keisuke's shoulder, "Keisuke-sempai!"

"Oi, d'you realize you leave out the 'sempai' when we're screwing our brains out?"

"*Keisuke-sempai!*"

The face against his shoulder grew warm and Keisuke leaned back, grinning. Naked and squirming all up against him was good. They'd have to try bent over the hood of his car next. Oh, yes.

END

OMAKE
*coughs* Didja really think I wouldn't? ^_~

Takahashi Keisuke was bored. Bored bored bored. He took a look around his room, hoping that something would catch his eye and could relieve the boredom. The pile of magazines by his bed? Nah. He'd already flipped through them a number of times. After all, even he could only look at nudie magazines so many times before he got bored.

* * *

Lonely driver Itsuki just cried.

* * *

Keisuke thought for a moment and then grinned, "Fuck that. I'm horny. Let's give them a thrill." With that, he pounced on the young hachiroku driver and proceeded to have his way with him.

* * *

Takumi blinked and then dissolved into helpless giggles. "Keiko? You named your car Keiko?"

Keisuke pouted, "What? What's wrong with Keiko?"

* * *

(courtesy of Mizu no Ryu XD )
keisuke: keikochu i choose you!

keikochu: *whiiiiine*

keisuke: keikochu, wankel attack, now!

keikochu: *vrooomvrooom*

keisuke: keikochu, you're my beeest friend. *niko*

* * *

Outside, Iketani, Kenji, and Itsuki stood watching the antics of the two top-tier drivers through the window. When Keisuke grabbed Takumi's hand and dragged him into the small changing room, Itsuki turned to the two older drivers and asked, "What do you think they're doing?"

Kenji snickered, "What do you think?"

Itsuki's eyes widened, "NO!"

Iketani nodded, "Yes."

Once again, lonely driver Itsuki just cried.

* * *

Takumi grinned, "I'll jump up and bite you on the ass."

"Ooh, you promise?"

* * *

Takumi took the hint and hooked his ankles together, rearranging his arms so that they were wrapped around Keisuke's neck. Of mutual accord, they both brought their mouths back together, tongues sliding against each other. Keisuke slid his hands back up Takumi's thighs to knead the pert ass he'd always thought was rather cute and found so very distracting. He pondered branding it with the words, 'Look, don't touch. Mine' across it.

* * *

After what seemed an eternity, Takumi wriggled against him and Keisuke chuckled, biting the younger man's ear. "Already? Gimme some time to recover and then we'll talk."

Takumi snorted, "Who said I wanted to *talk*?"

* * *

The face against his shoulder grew warm and Keisuke leaned back, grinning. Naked and squirming all up against him was good. They'd have to try bent over the hood of his car next. Oh, yes. Maybe he would suggest his new method of curing boredom to his aniki. Keisuke frowned, though he would have to make it clear that he wasn't going to share Takumi. Even if his brother did call him a brat. There were just some things he wouldn't share. His car and his sex-toy being at the top of his list.

* * *

Oi, why're the omake so raunchy this time? o_O;

Keisuke: *looks innocent* Why're you asking me?

*eyes Keisuke* <_< Y'know, the entire innocent bit would prolly work better if you didn't have your hand down Takumi's pants. ~_~

Takumi: *blushes*

Keisuke: *grins* Yeah, but what fun would that be.

Ryousuke: *glares at his little brother* Whatever happened to sharing?

Keisuke: *kablinkies* ‘Sharing’, what's that?

~_~

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