Initial D Fan Fiction ❯ Rush ❯ A Continuing Rush of Testosterone ( Chapter 4 )

Takumi did not want to go home, but since Ryousuke had insisted that he and his father have a long talk, he knew he had no choice. Takumi begrudgingly drove home the next day. He did love his father, but he felt pushed away every time he tried to help or show love to Bunta. There was something really wrong with him. Deep down, Takumi knew that whatever happened today would not leave him in the same lazy mood he always had.

Each corner on the Akagi touge was another instinctive counter adjustment that his body made. The screeching of the tires, the mere inches he managed to keep away from the guard rail proved his blood line as a racer. Each straightway was another chance to ponder the events of that past few months. He had not expected to become a part of the family at the Takahashi residence, but he had. It almost made him think that they knew something he did not. Instinctively he pressed the gas pedal. He was getting frustrated that everyone would find out things before him. Left in solitude, Takumi had always felt ostracized by his peers and his father. His line was inching toward the guard rail, the more he pondered, the more upset he became. The next corner was the last. His line was steadily being perfected. Project D had been on hiatus while he had been on bed rest by order of the doctor at the hospital, Ryousuke and Ryousuke's father.

Tonight had been the first official meeting. Practice had gone smoothly and effortlessly, almost like riding a bicycle. Once you learn something that becomes a part of your instincts, it is not easily forgotten. Takumi exited the corner and decided to park at the base of Mount Akagi. He knew that Ryousuke was not far behind him. Whoever was coming around the bend would not be expecting him to wait.

As the headlights came into view, Takumi realized that it was indeed Ryousuke's FC. For one split second, he almost imagined himself the victim of random violence. He had wondered why Ryousuke had sent him away only to follow in his wake. He was not getting angry but he was getting anxious. Ryousuke and he had not so much as kissed the past week. He yearned for Ryousuke to touch him elsewhere, besides his hair and lips. Knowing that they needed to be slow, yet wanting more, Takumi exited the 86.

As Ryousuke pulled into the parking lot next to Takumi's 86, he realized just how much he truly yearned after the young driver. They had had very little time alone together. His parents had been anxious as to Takumi's well being. Instantly, the short distance between them was crossed and Takumi was in his arms. He savored the taste of his lips, the scent of his hair. Takumi had been using his shower and had helped himself to shower gel and shampoo. His tongue teased Takumi's and they danced together a dance older than the druids. He slowly traced Takumi's cheeks with his hands and tilting his head toward his own. They kept pressing themselves closer and closer together making distance seem to be an illusion.

When Ryousuke finally pulled away, he still held Takumi close to his body. All he had wanted to do the entire evening was embrace the body of the small youth. Feel his slender, supple lean, yet muscular body. He nuzzled the young driver's neck and moved to his ear lobe. He proceeded to gently nibble his way up Takumi's ear. He let his tongue trace a light line all the way down to the ear lobe. He then spoke lovingly in his ear.

“We have yet to be alone together,” Ryousuke whispered in a thrillingly low, raspy, deep baritone. “I followed you because I knew that what I had told you had upset you. Do you think that you could find it in your heart to forgive this once if I wanted to see you drive mad so I could be turned on?”

“Do you have to be so obvious right now?” Takumi asked blushing a deep shade of crimson slowly changing to the purple the longer Ryousuke stayed at his ear.

“I packed a bag, and I have let your father know my intentions with you. We could head to your place, and I could try to see how you'll let me go,” Ryousuke continued to whisper in his ear. “I thought that when you and your dad have your heart to heart that you might want me to be there with you.”

“I would really like that,” Takumi replied still the same shade of crimson trying to turn purple.

Takumi turned to open the door to the 86, and then he felt himself being groped near his manhood. He felt his heart skip a beat as he felt Ryousuke's hands slowly run down the front of his pants to his engorging front. He almost melted when he felt Ryousuke stop his advances.

“Meet you back at your place,” Ryousuke whispered in his ear. He turned and headed towards his white FC. Both engines started with the rumbling of horsepower, they acted as if there were a count. When both reached five, they took off and headed in the same direction taking short cuts along the way. They knew that winner chose who the uke was and who the seme was that night.

Bunta sat on the couch awaiting the arrival of both Ryousuke and Takumi. He had never been able to remember a time when his son had even been remotely close to smiling, just a little. Takumi was starting to come around, though he was still staying with the Takahashi's. Every time they both started talking about the elder brother, Takumi blushed very, very faintly. It may not be socially acceptable still, but it was something that a dying man could not deny. He had never seen his son close to any kind of happiness. If it meant defying social norms, then so be it.

Suddenly stirred out of his meditations again, he heard the rumbling of the engines at almost the same time. One pulled into the small parking space next to the store and the other pulled in front of the house. From the way the engines sounded, they had been working up to not so nice relations to be explored after the very, very long talk they were about to have. Bunta had finally agreed to check himself into the hospital to have the tumor professionally taken care of. Tomorrow the three of them would go to Ryousuke's father's hospital to have the senior Takahashi make the arrangements with the neurologists. Takumi had no idea what was going on.

Ryousuke and Takumi walked in the door simultaneously. They both wore subtle looks of lust and flirtatiousness, almost forgetting about Bunta. When they finally noticed, they both blushed deep shades of crimson.

“Oyaji, I almost forgot you were there,” Takumi replied. “What is the important thing that we need to talk about?”

“I guess before we begin that we need to discuss it over dinner,” Bunta retorted. “I know that you must be starving after a hard day of practicing. Especially from a three month hiatus, I know that you must be starving.”

“I am a little hungry,” Takumi replied shyly. He could not help but wonder what his father needed to tell him. It must be important if he allowed Ryousuke to spend the night with him. He looked over at Ryousuke who still had the same look as when they walked in, lusty and flirtatious now with a hint of concern. The kitchen table was already prepared with a humble but elegant dinner of, you guessed it, tofu. They all sat down and began to serve themselves.

“Well,” Ryousuke broke the quietness. “Your father has been having dizzy spells and bad headaches for how long now?”

“I don't know they started about a year ago. He went to the doctor seven months ago when they started getting worse,” Takumi replied in between bites of various foods. He knew that Ryousuke was trying to push the conversation to the point. “Father, tell me, what's going on?”

“I don't know how to tell you this, Takumi,” Bunta began slowly. “Around the time that I went to get the headaches and the dizziness checked out, they took various cat scans and MRI. The doctors found an abnormal growth in an area that would be too dangerous to operate.”

“What does that mean?” Takumi asked, eyes going wide. He looked to Bunta then to Ryousuke, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. “They can remove it, can't they?”

“Takumi, it was located in around the center, dead center of his brain. It is right in the middle of all the important activity,” Ryousuke answered gently placing his hand over Takumi's. “They cannot operate without damaging some part of his brain.”

“NO! NO! That has to be a lie, please tell me you're joking,” Takumi cried flinging himself into Ryousuke's awaiting arms. “Why does it always have to be my family?”

“I will be admitting myself in the hospital in the morning,” Bunta whispered.

“I don't want to go,” Takumi replied in Ryousuke's shoulder. “I can't do it, please don't make me.”

“You have to Takumi, your father is going to need you,” Ryousuke replied into his hair.

“Will you come with me, Ryousuke? I don't think I can do it without you,” Takumi spoke into his shoulder around the tears that fell.

“That is the reason why I came home with you. I told you that as long as you'll have me, I'll never leave you alone,” Ryousuke responded.

“Why couldn't he tell me sooner,” Takumi sobbed. “I thought that he hated me. Why couldn't he tell me?”

“Takumi, I…I didn't know how to tell you,” Bunta replied placing a hand on Takumi's shoulder. Trying not to dissolve into tears himself, he searched for the right words. “I wanted to, but I never knew how to tell you. You have always been a lonely, shy child. Finding out about something like this would only make things worse for you. I never intended to add to that.”

“Why couldn't you tell me,” Takumi continued to cry on Ryousuke's shoulder. “All you had to do was tell me what was wrong.”

“Takumi, you have to understand that your father was afraid of what kind of reaction you would have,” Ryousuke spoke soothingly. “I don't know what else to tell you Takumi-kun. I wish that I had something to say.”

“I…don't want …to…be alone,” Takumi choked between sobs. “It feels just like that time…that time when I was abandoned.”

“That is what you thought it was,” Bunta sighed. He embraced both of the racers. “Tak, your mother had just gone into labor. You were not allowed to be where she was. I guess I should have stayed with you, but then your mom would have died alone.”

“No, no more! I know that you cared, but I…” Takumi could not continue due to the tears that choked him. Heart wrenching sobs shook his small form. “I just don't want to lose you too.”

“Takumi, do you really mean that you have a fear of hospitals,” Ryousuke replied, trying to change the subject. “If you really meant that, we could just drop your father off and come back here.”

“Would that be okay,” Takumi breathed, barely audible. “Would you mind that father?”

“I don't mind. I knew that you would never agree to coming with me because of what happened. I am proud that you were at least going to try,” Bunta replied. “I am going to bed. Would you two clean up for me?”

“We have it down here. Go rest yourself, you're going to need it,” Ryousuke replied. “Takumi, can you help me clean up, okay?”

Takumi nodded into his shoulder. He had never felt so secure before. He had been near a breaking point several times since his mother died. This was too much for him to take. He was going to be utterly alone. No fatherly advice about racing, no fatherly advice about sex, well, if he waited. There was going to be the existential loneliness that has been his comfort in his solitude. It was thinking like this that had driven him apart from all of the others. He had Ryousuke now.

“I guess,” Takumi finally said after he calmed himself. “Who is going to do the dishes?”

“That one is easy, me of course, I lost the race here,” Ryousuke teased knowing that Takumi would let him be on top.

The clean up was faster than Takumi thought it would be. All he could think about was what his father had told him. Anguish began to build up within him again. He tried to concentrate, but with Ryousuke standing right behind him grinding his erection into his bum. There was very little he could do to focus. He instinctively began to follow the movements of Ryousuke's pelvic thrusts.

“You could meet me up stairs,” Ryousuke breathed into his ear, while sweetly nibbling on his earlobe. “There is not much left to do. I could finish and then we could try and see where this is going to take us.”

“I can help. I don't want to wait by myself,” Takumi answered almost out of breath trying to concentrate.

The dishes were finished in almost record time. Both men were anxious about being intimate for the first time. The first one finished, of course, was the one who was washing. Ryousuke snuck off to Takumi's room. Takumi saw this and hurried with drying and rinsing. He knew that Ryousuke was sneaky and cunning, but this was too much to bear. When Takumi opened his bedroom door, he thought he heard Ryousuke. He fumbled around in the dark for the light switch, but ended up tripping over Ryousuke's bag. He would have fallen on his nose if the languid movements of the taller racer had not caught him.

“You need to be more careful,” Ryousuke purred into Takumi's ear. He began to work his way slowly down to Takumi's lips. Leaving a trail of sweet nectar where his lips had been. Takumi tried to stay on his feet; he tried to stay in control of his body. All of his efforts were in vain because his knees gave out as he fell into Ryousuke's embrace. Ryousuke took the opportunity to kiss Takumi firmly on the lips. This time, he tried not to hold any passion back. Ryousuke had to let Takumi know the strength of his desires. There had to be another way to convey the strength and force of Ryousuke's feelings.

Slowly, carefully and surely Ryousuke guided them to the bed. Never once tearing his lips away from Takumi's, he guided them down. They stroked and played with one another's hair. Ryousuke soon began to plays with button on Takumi's pants. He then slowly and surely began to work his way from Takumi's lips to this throat. He began to nibble and suck; at first it was gentle, then his body seemed to take on a life of its own. He slowly began to bite harder and suck harder. This was producing low groans of pleasure from the younger driver beneath him.

He left marks plainly visible for all to see. He was claiming his territory once and for all. Ryousuke was tired of feeling uncertain of their commitment to one another. This was his moment and chance to show Takumi their feelings were indeed love. He soon began to leave a trail of bite marks down the front of Takumi's chest to his nipples. He teased them with his fingers and flicked them with his tongue. He took one in between his teeth and slowly sucked and nibbled all at the same time. Takumi began to squirm beneath Ryousuke trying to escape the pleasure that he never thought was possible from such simple gestures. His breathing slowly became labored as Ryousuke moved to his navel. Ryousuke began to suck on the skin above the tiny hole leaving a mark that was slowly turning from red to purple. He then moved to the skin below the hole and repeated his pressure.

Ryousuke could feel through Takumi's pants that he was succeeding in helping the younger driver feel what Ryousuke always felt. His groin painfully pushed against his constricting jeans. He was about to plead for a touch there when Ryousuke shoved his hand down the young driver's pants. Ryousuke squeezed sensually making Takumi's breath stick in his throat as he inhaled sharply. When he released the breath he had accidently held, it escaped his lips in the form of a very low and pleasured groan. Ryousuke proceeded to knead Takumi's growing erection. Once it was to his liking, he moved his mouth and began to take in all of his length. Ryousuke played his tongue over the entire length of the shaft. He then nibbled very lightly at the tip. This made Takumi thrash and groan, trying to find a way out of such sinful pleasure. Ryousuke continued to play his tongue all over Takumi's engorged phallus.

While not taking his attentions of pleasuring the young driver, Ryousuke fingers tickled their way to the opening. He slowly started to push one in. Takumi bit down so hard on his mouth, stifling a cry of pleasure, which he nearly bit off the tip of his tongue. Ryousuke continued to slowly work his finger in and out of the lower extremities of the youth beneath him. Ryousuke then tried a second finger. This produced a low groan on the verge of tears, Takumi found the pleasure almost too much to handle. Ryousuke kept moving his finger around up and down. He even continued kissing the quivering member inside his mouth. Takumi found himself growing hot all at once, almost as if Ryousuke could feel this and read his movements everything stopped. Ryousuke took the sudden shock of Takumi's body to push his own arousal inside Takumi. The younger driver nearly cried out so loud that it would have awakened his father. Fortunately, Ryousuke seized his lips in a fiery, passionate kiss that rocked them both to their cores.

Finding the rhythm needed to create the passionate friction came instinctively to them both. Their hearts united and in this exact moment they exchanged silent vows to be together for all eternity. They rocked, kissed and embraced each other so tightly that it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other began. This one moment in time seemed to make up for the loneliness that had been their lives. Heat began to build up within them. It had to come out, it had to seek a release. Ryousuke was the first to succumb to the building pressure, he then realized that Takumi needed one too. He began to suck on the tip of the young driver's arousal and almost instantly the release was within the confines of Ryousuke's mouth. Takumi lay on top of his bed panting and glistening beneath the layer of sweat that clung to his body. He noticed that Ryousuke had not even shed himself of his clothing.

Ryousuke was aware of this fact and took his clothing off. As soon as he was rid of the restriction, he was ready to sweep the driver off his feet once more. Before he prepared himself to continue, he captured Takumi's lips in a kiss full of so much emotion that he knew he would never leave him alone. Their tongues met and teased each other that they both forgot how fatigued they should be. Being swept away again by a passionate love they both never thought was possible. When they pulled away they both saw the smile and pleasure written over their faces.

“I, I love you Ryousuke, “ Takumi breathed against his lips.

“I love you too, Takumi,” Ryousuke breathed in reply.