Initial D Fan Fiction ❯ Rush ❯ Lustful Rush Home ( Chapter 7 )

Takumi could not seem to drive fast enough, even though he had barely pushed the FC to its limits. The drive back to the tofu shop was taking a long time because of the desire that burned within his loins. He knew that there was a fire inside everyone that burned with a passionate desire for a soul mate. He knew that he had found his. Ryousuke made him feel things that he had never felt before. Takumi found himself able to speak his mind, and even feel things that he had thought long buried and forgotten. There were things that he wanted to try, but more importantly, he wanted to say what was on his mind.

“Takumi-kun,” Ryousuke purred into the young driver's ear. “I think that you should slow down because we are about to miss the turn.”

“Huh, what…what did you say Ryousuke? I was…a…uh…I was thinking,” Takumi replied trying to focus on driving and keeping control of the building desire and lust he was now feeling. Ryousuke had started nibbling gently on his ear and then slowly started kissing his way down the young driver's neck. Ryousuke started increasing the pressure of his lips and tongue when he knew that he was on a part of the driver's neck that would not be seen by anyone else. “Mmh…,” Takumi moaned almost under his breath. Ryousuke knew that if he kept going eventually they would stop and move them into the backseat. The White Comet also kept himself aware of where the car was headed and knew that they were almost to the tofu shop. Thus, his reasoning for making Takumi challenge himself under precarious circumstances he wanted to give Takumi a reason for pushing past his barriers.

Takumi was also aware of how fast and how far he was going down the road until he saw his 86. Then, he gently slowed the FC and turned down the street and parked in front of the tofu shop. As soon as the parking brake was applied, Takumi pulled Ryousuke into a passionate kiss the moved the elder driver in a way that he had never been kissed before. It took everything Takumi had to resist the temptation to break the kiss and head to his room. Their tongues met, this time, denying nothing. Their tongues teased and prodded building up the heat that was growing within them. It was Ryousuke that broke the kiss, for he had never seen or felt Takumi kiss him with such fierce passion.

“Takumi, where did you learn to kiss like that,” Ryousuke braved asking because he really wanted to know if Takumi had evolved or if he was trying not to deny his passion. Ryousuke resumed taking control by putting Takumi between himself and his FC. He then prodded the young driver's lips apart with his tongue and proceeded to kiss him senseless. Ryousuke's tongue teased and danced circles around Takumi's tongue.

Judging from the way that Takumi was kissing back, he knew that his young lover had evolved. Before Ryousuke had time to think, Takumi was guiding him inside. Years of coming home late at night helped the younger driver guide them to his room. There was not much to watch out for, only Bunta's sandals and the step into the small, sparsely furnished living room. Though Ryousuke was still leading the kiss, Takumi was guiding them to where they needed to be.

Once they were inside Takumi's room, they both started taking off the other's shirt. Groping hands soon found soft skin and hard muscles that were aching to be touched all over. It had been a trying day, Takumi did not know where the surge of lustful energy had come from. Ever since the young hachiroku driver had met the White Comet, there had always been a desire that burned deep within. The desire to please was what Takumi had thought, but it was really a desire to possess. He had wanted to know what it was like to be the object of Ryousuke's affection. If their life was going to be close to this insatiable passion, Takumi knew that they would never have any problems.

Soft hands and experienced fingers soon muddled their way into Takumi's thoughts, earning a moan of extreme pleasure. Ryousuke's hands had started teasing their way down Takumi's chest to his pants. Once was never going to be enough for the FC driver, he knew that there was a hunger that could never be satiated. Although, every time they interacted like this, he knew that it was one step closer to being satisfied. The very lean and muscular body that lay beneath was enough to make him want to throw sweet passionate love out the window for lustful s n' m. Of course Ryousuke, being the gentleman that he is, would never admit that he harbored such thoughts to anyone, especially Takumi.

Once he rid himself of such lustful thoughts, Ryousuke slowly kissed his way to the bulging front that lay beneath him. Once again, he had left a trail of purple marks to drive his lover crazy whenever he let his fingers brush over them. The marks from their first encounter were now as purple as he had hoped they would be. He then preceded to let his tongue tease those spots, slowly working his way up the young body that lay beneath him.

Somewhere in the back of their minds, this act and level of intimacy was instinctive for them. They both knew that this was the ultimate testament of commitment. As Ryousuke left tortured nerves all over his lover's body, Takumi could not hold it in anymore. He let out the sweetest sound that Ryousuke had ever heard.

“Unnh,” Takumi moaned. “Ryousuke, that feels so aah…”

That was the first time that Takumi had ventured any kind of reaction other than moaning. Ryousuke now knew the power he beheld beneath him. He, literally, had changed Takumi almost overnight. Takumi thrashed beneath him and now refused to be the quiet, shy reserved boy that Ryousuke had met almost around this time the year before. Gently, infinitely gently, Ryousuke worked the front of his lover's jeans. He then with the agonizing slowness of a virgin, Ryousuke moved the zipper down, revealing the blood rush pitching a tent in his boxers. The FC driver then moved his lips close the bulge, the puckered his lips and blew.

His breath was warm and moist. Takumi felt his member quiver slightly at the tinge of heat that he felt. It was difficult to try to hold back now that Takumi had removed his inhibitions. Slowly and surely the healing had begun, the mind was slowly losing the battle against Takumi's heart. True love is the strength needed to chip, shape and remold the broken pieces of a scarred mind. Ryousuke was an artist and Takumi was more than willing to be the work of art.

“Ryou…uh..suke, nnh, so good,” Takumi was struggling forming coherent sentences. The pleasure that he felt as Ryousuke swallowed him whole.

“You are losing control,” Ryousuke teased. The older Takahashi brother knew that Takumi prided himself on having control over his emotions. This was a step in the right direction. That direction being, Takumi was learning to trust.

“So are you,” Takumi chided in return. He felt the older driver's growing front easily.

Both knew that if they kept teasing that it would lead to a wild and passionate exchange between the m that evening. Takumi still needed a reprieve from the day's events. Too many barriers had been broken down and the need to relax was taking over. The day had affirmed the choice and commitment that two were willing to make.

As the both of them were thinking of, oddly, the same thing, heat was beginning to build. Soon Ryousuke could not stop himself from pulling the younger driver's pants off. Though, that was as much control as he allowed himself to lose, the thriving body beneath him was more important than his own desires at that moment. He then continued to tease the flesh at his fingertips, twisting and tickling the nipples. Never once did he take his mouth away from the nether regions of his young love.

Takumi found himself in the same predicament as the night before, he had to get away the pleasure was so enticingly sweet. His instincts were trying to take control at that particular moment. Still, Takumi refused to lose control, he refused to allow himself to be driven mad with desire. These feelings and desires were so new to him, Takumi felt Ryousuke engulf him at once.

“Haah…,” Takumi gasped wondering what could possibly help him keep from losing control. He tried to focus his mind on his driving, but all it did was allow him to wander to Ryousuke.

Ryousuke tickled the quivering member inside of his mouth with his tongue. Up and down he moved, causing Takumi to thrash harder. Soon he felt the cartilage take on a life of its own. Whenever Ryousuke would move one way, it would move another, mostly back and forth. Ryousuke then stopped bobbing and started pumping. He kept pumping squeezing and applying a light and delicate pressure. It was all too much for Takumi, and just when he was about to let himself lose control, the heat sought release. Ryousuke was prepared for the release to be quick, but it was more than he had expected. Needless to say, he managed to keep it all within the confines of his mouth.

“You know,” Ryousuke began with a light chuckle. “One of these days, I would love for you to do that to me.”

“I would…uh…I ,” Takumi stuttered. “I don't know how.”

“ I know, you just let yourself go and the rest comes from instinct and practice,” Ryousuke began. “I only know how to really well because I was reading up on how to.”

They both blushed at the confession. Ryousuke thought that he would never have the gumption or even think that he would feel this comfortable. Takumi was almost mortified that his lover would even admit to something. The only thing left to address the subject, when did Ryousuke ever find the time to deviate from his norm.

Takumi was the first to break the silence, trepidation radiated from his being at the question that he was about to ask.

“When, uh did you f-find the t-time to re-research something l-like that,” Takumi queried, as he stuttered on every other word. He was afraid of what the answer would be, not wanting to hear that his mentor had had other partners before him.

“I had a little more time to look into this kind of stuff before we met,” Ryousuke answered with a blush. “I had wanted to excel at everything and could not satiate my hunger for knowledge. I also could not quell my drive for perfection.”

“So, it was just out of curiosity,” Takumi hazarded cautiously, still afraid that there was something that he was not being told.

“Well, not just out of curiosity, but out of a secret desire to please a certain hachirocku driver. After I saw you race my brother, I had to know you more. The more I watched you race and evolve, the more I found out about myself,” Ryousuke answered truthfully, knowing that was what Takumi needed to hear. “At that time, I would say that my feelings were more of a secret desire, which not even I was aware of.”

“Oh,” Takumi breathed, he was the deepest shade of crimson that he could have felt. Of course, it did not help that he was still feeling the euphoria Ryousuke had lazily made him feel. “I was just not aware of my feelings. You and your brother are very kind and I did not know that you were, well off from getting to know you first. You, well, Keisuke I can understand, but you intimidated me. That was why when I first joined the project, I kept to myself. I don't like crowds of people that I don't know.”

“You seem to be doing just fine right now,” Ryousuke added, stroking his young lover's cheek. He then began planting kisses along his collar bone, moving up to his ear to continue the pillow talk. “As a matter of fact, I think that you need to relax some more.”

“Didn't you just say that I should try what, well, you know,” Takumi countered, not wanting to be the one to always receive the euphoric aroma that comes from such sinful pleasures.

“Hmm,” Ryousuke pretended to ponder the consideration. “I am fine, today is all about you and how much I realized that you needed me and I needed you. I don't think that I could ever live without you.”

Ryousuke then started trailing kisses from the collar bone to the hard pectorals that lay beneath him. He was fascinated by the humbleness that his lover still managed to possess. Traits like that are hard to inherit from parents. Temptations knock around every corner, making it almost impossible to be thankful for what one possesses from life. He let his tongue flick over Takumi's nipples and he sucked lightly. This earned him an almost inaudible moan of pleasure. He then ventured to cautiously start applying more pressure to his make-shift pacifier at that moment. Now he could definitely feel that he had succeeded in helping Takumi feel what he always felt. An unending thirst for the other that could never be quenched on parched lips. As Ryousuke slowly made his way down the abdomen that bucked and shifted beneath him.

Takumi knew that it was only their second time venturing in this kind of behavior. Each caress that Ryousuke made with his tongue drove the young driver crazy. He knew that he should be tired, his heat had already been released. He knew that a second release was next to impossible. Though, at that moment, if tried to tell his body that a second climax and release were next to impossible, his body would gag him. Euphoria was slowly creating its magical barrier around the two of them.

Ryousuke slowly caressed the work of art that lay beneath him. How could someone so beautiful, and self-less not be aware of their own worth? Every kiss that was planted on the body was the only way that Ryousuke could think of that could help him convince the driver of his worth and place in this world. Groping hands soon found the spot that they craved the most, Takumi worked diligently on freeing hindered front that could not bulge in Ryousuke's pants any further. As soon as Ryousuke became aware of what Takumi was trying to do, Ryousuke stopped him and continued his ministrations. To lose concentration would mean that Ryousuke gave in to selfish desires. This moment was all about Takumi, he knew the young driver well enough to feel certain that things would not continue like this; however, this was also his way of teaching the young driver how to please the one they desire the most.

When Ryousuke felt that he had worshipped the abdomen enough, he finally made his way to the navel that still be held his caresses from the previous night's encounter. He desired to deepen the marks, but remembered from his readings that too much pressure will make the mars disappear too soon. He then decided that light feathery kisses would suffice instead. He wanted to continue his ministrations, but knew that he should proceed to the nether regions, again. Instinct, raw and feral, had taken over the FC driver. He knew not from whence it came, but was glad that it had not left. His own heat gathering within himself was slowly beginning to drive his desires. He noticed that Takumi stood, once again tall and erect between his thighs. He began tracing a pattern between the thigh and phallus.

Takumi was going insane with pleasure. He had known that this could feel better than it had the first time. Each encounter is supposed to be different and just as special. The lithe body began to take on a life of its own. He began to pant heavily, all the while thrashing trying to escape the sinful pleasure that he knew he was undeserving. He then pulled Ryousuke from what his mentor was doing and began to kiss him passionately, unable to withhold his passion any longer. He knew that this sinful act was right between them.

The kiss spun and deepened. Their tongues met with the raw passion that they knew they were capable of. No more trepidation, no more hesitation. The passionate wild lustful encounter would happen without anyone to stop them.

Ryousuke remembered that on the previous night he had forgotten to put on a condom. Without breaking the kiss, he preceded to encase his throbbing erection. He knew that since they were both virgins that last night could be forgiven, but one could never to be certain what could happen. Forever is a long time and Ryousuke knew that he would do everything that he could to make sure that they would and could stay together. The kiss that Takumi was leading was really driving him crazy. He wanted to throw caution out the window because he wanted to feel what it was like to let go.

Once within the confines of the latex, Ryousuke entered the unprepared entrance. Takumi moaned into his mouth. At first it hurt and soon the friction, along with the lubricant on the latex, began to create the same pleasurable feelings. Ryousuke wanted nothing more than to let go. He wanted to hear his name cried out over and over again. He also knew that if he did that it might make his lover feel like he was nothing more than a toy. He slowly worked the friction, eliciting moans and sighs of pleasure from the young driver beneath him. It was when he started hearing the moans that it was beneficial to release and inhale a much needed breath, both had forgotten about their noses.

“Ah, Ryousuke,” Takumi breathed from his lips as he sighed contentedly. This had never been felt before, this passionate feeling that the world was at his fingertips. The only feelings that were of a conscious memory were of the extreme loneliness that was felt. Itsuki was always on his mind, they had been friends for so long. It just may have been the secrecy about his driving the morning deliveries for his father. There were lots of things that could have been the catalyst for their drifting apart. Takumi did know that at this moment, only Ryousuke mattered. He was controlling and manipulating his cells in such a way that he was not sure he was still awake. The friction seemed to get hotter and faster, soon Takumi started feeling himself needing to release again. The mounting friction was almost too much. Where could he go? Ryousuke had trapped him and there was nowhere but beneath his lover.

Ryousuke knew that Takumi was about to reach his edge and jump. He could not be happier, but at the same time he was praying that Takumi could hold out long enough for them to come together. He felt his last barrier shatter as he began to increase the friction to drive them both mad. They both needed this, this release, this ecstasy. Something to remind them that there was still hope for a life full of bliss besides just being content. Ryousuke was close, he knew that he was about to go over the edge.

“Are you ready,” Ryousuke asked. Takumi knew what Ryousuke meant by the question and gave a slight nod because he did not trust his voice. The pressure within them was building, seeking the release that it craved. They knew not where to go, there was nowhere to go. They had to just cling to each other. Before they knew it, they were sprayed by Takumi's release while Ryousuke's lay within the latex.

Ryousuke collapsed on top of Takumi, panting and wanting to know what was going on through his mind. They stared at each other for quite some time. During pillow talk sessions, it is not necessary to speak words. Actions speak louder than words and at that moment, their actions confirmed their words. They knew that it was meant to be.

Later that night, Ryousuke awaited his father's call. He had exhausted his lover and knew that he was asleep peacefully. For once, there was no reason for him to be worried. The drive that Takumi had taken in his FC had abolished the doubt that could clouded those piercing eyes. Rousing him out of his thoughts, his father called him.

“Hello,” Ryousuke answered remembering his manners. “What is it that you need to speak with me father?”

“Well, when we were conducting x-rays on Bunta, we found that the tumor has spread,” Ryousuke's father replied with dismay. “There really is almost nothing that can we can do for him. The location and how much that we would have to take out would leave him a vegetable.”

“Is there any way that Bunta would want you tell Takumi,” Ryousuke hazarded cautiously. “Does he prefer to tell his son himself?”

“Bunta said that he would have to think of a way that would not make Takumi retreat back inside himself. He has seen the way that he is around you. He has seen how happy and open he has become the last thing the poor man wants to do is add to that sorrow,” Ryousuke's father replied.

“I think he wants me to tell him,” Ryousuke pondered sadly. He did not like bearing the burden of telling his lover. He took things well, but it always made him cry. No matter who was telling the younger driver, it always made him cry whenever it was about his father.

“That is something that he firmly denied. He said that it would put a little too much strain on your relationship. He said that he just wanted you there with him. For once, I think Bunta wants to include Takumi in the graveness of the matter,” the doctor said.

“That actually makes me feel better. When does he want us to meet him there in his room,” Ryousuke asked feeling deeply relieved that the news was going to come from his father.

“Ryousuke, I am going to let you get some sleep. Bunta wanted to talk to him about it tomorrow, but his chemotherapy session is tomorrow. He is going to need his rest, try again this weekend,” the doctor replied and hung up on his end of the line.

Ryousuke heard the call end and his phone go silent. Tomorrow, what other things, besides practice runs with Project D on the Akagi togue, did he have to do? He had all ready adjusted his schedule to be with Takumi this week, and he was ahead in all his classes. He never thought that he would focus so much of his time with Takumi. Maybe this was a step too far, but he knew that he would not regret this. The poor lad had been through so much already, everything that they were doing together was right.

The upcoming battle was going to be the hardest. Keisuke had been around Tokyo scouting the downhill and uphill. He had spotted a car running the downhill and almost putting Takumi to shame. It was a twin turbo and not an outdated engine or body. It was kind of hard to see the year, but Keisuke had informed him that it was definitely a 300zx. This did not bode good nor well for Project D.