~*~ Obsession ~*~
by Kristi Brownfield
~*~
Sometimes, Takahashi Keisuke mused, his cold, calculating, intelligent brother was a complete moron. His upcoming rematch with Fujiwara had Ryousuke cooped up in his room sitting in front of his computer. Ryousuke's first loss to Fujiwara - a person even more oblivious to the world than Keisuke himself - had made the elder Takahashi obsessed with improving his performance to beat Akina's downhill specialist.
Of course, Keisuke continued to muse as he stared at Ryousuke's closed door, his brother's driving would not improve if he never slept nor got in his car and actually drove. Judging by the light that had been streaming out from under Ryousuke's door for the last two days, the elder Takahashi had been neglecting himself again.
Keisuke sighed. It was time to knock some sense into his brother. "Aniki?" Keisuke called out tentatively, as he stepped into Ryousuke's anally neat room. Ryousuke's head was on his desk - he was sound asleep. His usually neat clothing was rumpled, and Keisuke recognized that outfit as the same Ryousuke had worn to the Red Suns practice session two days ago. Coincidentally, two days ago was when Ryousuke had retreated to his room. Keisuke smirked at the cute, but un-picture perfect scene that his brother made.
Keisuke strode over to where his brother slept, and stared down at his furled brow. The smirk lightened into a real smile as Keisuke reached out to brush his brother's bangs out of Ryousuke's eyes. Ryousuke mumbled in his sleep, muttered something about "brake lines," and leaned into Keisuke's touch.
Keisuke leaned over. "Aniki," he said into his brother's ear. "Aniki, wake up." Keisuke let his hand trail down the back of Ryousuke's head and neck to his shoulder. Ryousuke muttered in response, but this time Keisuke couldn't make out the words. "Aniki, wake up. You need to sleep in bed, not on your desk," Keisuke's voice had a certain amount of asperity in it as Keisuke gently shook his brother's shoulder.
Suddenly Ryousuke reached out and grabbed the back of Keisuke's head and pulled the startled man into a kiss. Ryousuke's fingers tangled in Keisuke's mussed hair, pulling the younger Takahashi closer as he ran his tongue over Keisuke's lips, igniting a spark of desire in Keisuke. He instinctively parted his lips to let Ryousuke have better access. Ryousuke sat up, and pulled Keisuke forcefully down so that he was sitting in Ryousuke's lap. Ryousuke's right hand slipped under Keisuke's FILA tee shirt, letting his fingers brush lightly over Keisuke's hard muscles.
The hot kiss broke, both brothers panting slightly. Ryousuke was fully awake now, staring intently at Keisuke.
"What brought that on?" Keisuke asked quietly, still a bit dazed from the kiss. Ryousuke's hand had frozen, perched at the buttons of Keisuke's jeans.
"Keisuke..." Ryousuke seemed as dazed as Keisuke himself. Keisuke decided to take matters into his own hands, and stood. Ryousuke's hold on his head and pants were broke by the motion, and Ryousuke seemed to snap back to himself.
"Aniki, go to bed. You need sleep," Keisuke said lightly. Not to mention get laid, Keisuke finished his sentence to himself wryly. Ryousuke nodded, standing and stretching. Keisuke watched appreciatively as his brother's form glided over to the bed.
Keisuke turned to leave the room. When his hand reached the doorknob, Ryousuke cleared his throat. Keisuke turned his head to look over his shoulder at his brother.
"Keisuke. Thanks." There was a small smile on Ryousuke's face. Keisuke wasn't sure what he was being thanked for, but he nodded before leaving the room.
"Iceman, my ass," Keisuke muttered to himself as he stepped into his room. Striding over the Momo steering wheel, and walking around the bucket seat, Keisuke fwomped down on his very large, very empty bed. Every nerve was tingling as Keisuke thought about that kiss. "Well, shit." He needed a cold shower. A long, cold shower.
For the next few days Keisuke found himself avoiding his older brother. Even Tsugumi, who only noticed Keisuke to tease him, had asked Keisuke if he was all right. Keisuke sighed.
"What?" Keisuke turned to look at Kenta. The other boy had an unusually contemplative look on his face as the pair stood at the top of Mt. Akagi.
"Nothing," Keisuke replied, pulling out a cigarette. Ever since that kiss, Keisuke couldn't stop thinking about his brother. How he moved, his smile, the glint in his eye as he leaned on his Mazda watching a race. Keisuke wasn't sure what to think about the desire he was feeling for his brother. But Keisuke was never one for denying himself something he wanted.
"So, do you want to go for a drink?" Kenta asked.
"Sure," Keisuke said. Maybe some time out not thinking about Ryousuke would help the problem. Kenta climbed into the driver's seat of his S14. Keisuke paused to put out his cigarette before climbing into his FC. Kenta flashed his blinkers in the sign that he wanted to push on the downhill ride to the bar. Keisuke flashed an affirmative back. Kenta could use all the practice he could get.
Of course, the S14 was no match for Keisuke, who passed Kenta easily on the way to the bar. He got out of the car, walked in, and ordered drinks both for himself and Kenta.
"Oi, Keisuke," Kenta growled as when he finally arrived.
"What took so long?" Keisuke asked casually as he pushed over Kenta's drink. The look of self-disgust on Kenta's face was irresistible, and Keisuke burst into laughter. "But you are improving," Keisuke complimented Kenta as he took a drink.
"Thanks," Kenta beamed. "I'm trying to drive more like you."
Keisuke chocked. He remembered having a similar conversation with his brother when he was younger. It seemed that Keisuke couldn't escape Ryousuke no matter what he did. Kenta pounded on Keisuke's back.
"Are you okay?" Kenta asked, concerned.
Keisuke shook his head. "Look, Kenta, I've got to go." Keisuke dropped some cash on the bar to cover both his and Kenta's drinks and swiftly strode out. Kenta was left staring at his back, a slightly hurt expression on his face. It was time to confront his brother.
"Keisuke~" Keisuke ignored Kenta's voice as he jumped into his car, speeding home.
Ryousuke was in the carport, sitting in his car when Keisuke got home. He assumed that Ryousuke was just getting back from work. Keisuke parked next to him, and the brothers got out of their cars simultaneously, staring at each other.
"Keisuke-" Ryousuke started. Keisuke strode over to his brother, grabbed Ryousuke's shirt, and pulled the taller man in for a deep kiss. Rather than struggling against Keisuke, Ryousuke returned the kiss, passion-to passion, ips to lips.
Keisuke pushed Ryousuke up against the white Mazda, pulling Ryousuke's shirt from his pants and running his hands under the shirt, snapping buttons in his haste. Keisuke released Ryousuke and quickly pulled off his own gray sweatshirt. Keisuke reclaimed Ryousuke's mouth, and was delighted as Ryousuke's tongue once again found its way into Keisuke's mouth.
Ryousuke reached for Keisuke's pants. Keisuke moved from Ryousuke's mouth, kissing his way down to Ryousuke's throat. Ryousuke unbuttoned Keisuke's jeans and pushed them down over Keisuke's thighs. "Do you want this?" Ryousuke gasped out, as Keisuke lightly bit his neck.
Keisuke looked up into his brother's dark eyes for a moment. "Aniki," Keisuke mimicked his brother's movements and helped Ryousuke out of his khakis. Ryousuke correctly took this as assent, and kissed Keisuke hard. He pushed himself off the Mazda, and reversed their positions; Keisuke was now sitting on the Mazda's warm hood. Ryousuke kneeled down on the hard concrete, the discarded clothing providing cushions for his knees. He gripped his brother's hips, and slowly began to take Keisuke into his mouth. Keisuke groaned as Ryousuke expertly teased his penis with tongue and lips; sucking, lightly biting, and slowly working his way down and around Keisuke.
Keisuke moaned a second time as Ryousuke stopped the excruciating torture. Keisuke watched his brother hungrily as Ryousuke stood, leaned into the open passenger-side window of the Mazda, and opened the glove box. Keisuke grinned as he saw his brother pull out lubricant - the non-car kind.
"Always prepared, aren't you, aniki?" Keisuke asked hoarsely as he watched Ryousuke unscrew the cap. Ryousuke eyed his brother, and quickly put the lubricant on his hands. Dropping the lubricant on the passenger seat, Ryousuke returned to his brother.
Ryousuke resettled Keisuke on the cooling hood, spreading his legs. One hand reached to grasp Keisuke's erection, while the other slowly began inserting fingers into Keisuke. He tried to relax against the intrusion and quickly was groaning at the sensations; Ryousuke stroking him lightly, timed with the rhythm of Ryousuke pushing his fingers inside.
"Aniki, do it!" Keisuke growled, having enough of foreplay. Ryousuke nodded, leaned over to kiss Keisuke hard again, slid his fingers out, and positioned himself for a real entry.
Both brothers gasped as Ryousuke slid in slowly.
"Do it, aniki! Hurry up and fucking do it!" Keisuke's grunts were timed with Ryousuke's thrusts. Keisuke shifted slightly and grabbed Ryousuke's thighs, forcing him to speed up his rhythm. Ryousuke continued to stroke Keisuke's penis, and he found himself coming to climax in Ryousuke's hand. He could feel the tremors running through Ryousuke's body, and knew that he was also near climax.
"Oh..." Ryousuke burst out with one final thrust. He collapsed on top of Keisuke, both brothers panting from the aftermath of exertion and desire. They stayed that way for a few minutes before Ryousuke pulled himself out of Keisuke, and reached down to gather up their discarded clothing.
Keisuke waited for his heartbeat to calm down before he slowly pulled himself off the hood of the Mazda. He watched Ryousuke as his brother quietly pulled on his clothes before handing Keisuke his own. Keisuke looked down at the car as a thought occurred to him.
"You know, aniki," Keisuke said with a straight face, "I'd like to hear the story you give to explain why your car needs a bath."
Ryousuke looked at Keisuke, startled. Keisuke started laughing at the expression on his brother's face. Ryousuke smiled slightly, beginning to see the humor. He leaned over, and put the lubricant back into the glove box. Keisuke spotted the act, and his grin grew wider. He pulled on his clothes before slinging a brotherly arm around Ryousuke.
"Oi, aniki, have you got a boyfriend you've been neglecting to tell me about?" Keisuke was rewarded by a faint blush peppering his older brother's cheeks. Keisuke laughed, and the two brothers walked into their house.
Kenta slammed his key into his Silvia, his hand shaking. He had followed Keisuke home out of the bar, concerned about him. What Kenta had just seen the two Takahashi brothers doing was a good explanation for Keisuke's strange behavior the last week.
"Shit," he sighed. The image of Keisuke's face, red with passion, had him aroused. Kenta still couldn't get his friend out of his mind. "Shit," he repeated. Kenta still wanted Keisuke.
He wanted him bad. Kenta started his car, and drove home to take a long, cold shower.