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Alternate Tracks 2nd Story in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note:Cleaning up old grammar problems I am finding before posting any chapters of Alternate Tracks here at AFFNet. This is an old axed chapter I decided to return to this fan fiction. Had to get it into shape to post. WARNINGS: Mutual Masturbation and blind panic tags. Japanese Dialog words on my profile.

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CHAPTER 4

Sitting on hachi roku's fender at the obscure lookout he favored, Takumi watched as Keisuke parked his bright canary yellow FD beside his compact. Stepping out of the sports coupe, Keisuke hit the locking mechanism and shut his door.

"Hey, I was getting worried. How come you're so late, Keisuke?

Moving to face him, Keisuke's arms snaked around his waist. "Gomen na for worrying you, Takumi. I got stuck in traffic behind very slow delivery trucks and a tourist bus. I'm glad I'm finally here so I can spend time with my sexy man."

Before he could speak, Keisuke pulled him flush against his larger frame and gave him a deep kiss. How did Keisuke manage to convey so much emotional need with a brush of his lips? Pulling his mouth free of Keisuke's possession took great discipline on Takumi's part. Getting free of Keisuke's iron hold was going to be much tougher unless Keisuke wanted to let him go. "I'm glad you're okay, Keisuke. Let's get started. Everything we need is in hachi roku waiting for us."

"Wrong. Everything I need is already in my arms, Takumi."

"Keisuke, don't go there before cup training. After you finish training is a totally different situation. The faster we get your cup training done, the longer we can hang out afterward."

"Let's train later. If we do a few rounds tonight, does it really matter which order we do things? If you'd let me have my way, you'd find it so much easier to concentrate later when we're on the course."

Takumi sighed. Hearing the seductively whispered words combined with the feel of Keisuke's fingers against his ribs were comforting and electrifying. "Keisuke, if we change the order around, I'll have to apologize to Ryosuke-san every time I see him. I promised him that I'd make sure you stayed focused on improving your driving skills when we're together."

"Doesn't mean we can't take a little time to say hello to each other before tackling the course, Takumi. Or, am I the only one that has been missing my boyfriend so much it hurts whenever we're apart?"

Takumi grabbed the hand sliding from his ribs to the front of his waist band. Keisuke's sultry words, and beguiling sensations that Keisuke was causing were distracting him. He could feel the bulge in Keisuke's pants rubbing against his lower abdomen. He was nowhere near as horny yet, and needed to keep it that way. If he failed to have enough determination to keep things on track, Ryosuke would have reason to get pissed at him.

"Keisuke? Have I ever said that I don't miss you when you aren't with me?"

"You aren't acting like you've missed me."

"I'm responsible for making sure you don't start losing races. Ryosuke san warned me that you might get so wrapped up in me that you'll stop training. Your onīsan is counting on me to make sure Project D doesn't lose battles. After training is done, we can shift gears, but not before. Even if he didn't say it, Ryosuke san gave me the impression that if you start losing, I'm the one at fault."

"Fuck. I'm gonna kill Aniki!" Keisuke snarled as he released him and stepped back.

Needing to calm the blond down, Takumi stepped closer and grabbed him around his waist. "Calm down, Keisuke. Ryosuke san told me that he believes our being together is a good thing. All he asked was that I make sure you train so you won't stop improving. I didn't think his request unreasonable. Getting into the pro's is your dream. I'm trying to help you get there anyway I can."

Realizing his miscalculation too late, Takumi felt Keisuke's hands grasp his hips again. Keisuke's fiercely demanding mouth covered his lips before he could react. The blond's kiss tempted and cajoled Takumi into drowning in fast awakening emotions. Keisuke's mouth drew him into his teammate's tempestuous personality with ease. Quick and taunting, Keisuke's lips, teeth, and tongue were throwing Takumi off balance, and weakening his knees. Pulling back for a ragged breath, Keisuke's cheek skimmed against his. Keisuke's face nuzzled him. Moist breath skimmed across his ear as Keisuke's affectionate touch made Takumi's heart accelerate.

Dropping his forehead against Keisuke's chest, Takumi muttered, "If I let you continue, I'll be worthless for the rest of the night. I almost couldn't hold it together a few weekends ago. Or have you forgotten the lousy job I did in winning my race against the Porsche? I couldn't get my mind to fully focus on driving, Keisuke. I'm just thankful that Ryosuke-san didn't figure things out. I couldn't break the first time record I set when I raced the damned Porsche after we did the time attack because I was so tired."

The resonant chuckles that greeted his ears sent a shiver down Takumi's spine. "Actually, Aniki figured things out the next day. Your driving was unusually timid that night."

"Crap, I thought I did a decent job of hiding that I was tired."

"Unfortunately Aniki's very observant, Takumi. He chewed me out after we got home. He informed me that keeping you up all day before a battle was absolutely unacceptable. He told me if you can't win races and set enough records it will keep you out of the pro's. Seems he gave us both a similar lecture. Since the team's reputation is on the line, Aniki also threatened to keep us on opposite ends of the touge with watch dogs to make sure we behave if it happens again. He said he'd only resort to such drastic measures if I won't ensure you rest. I almost told him I was willing to make sure you relaxed enough to sleep well, but you wouldn't let me have my way."

Takumi's fingers slackened so that he dropped his keys as Keisuke caught his lips in another deep and devastating kiss. Addictive and intoxicating, Keisuke's lips and tongue were awakening his libido.

Breaking their kiss, Takumi stepped back and out of Keisuke's reach. He began scanning the night-shrouded ground. "I've dropped my keys. Damn it, quit sidetracking me, Keisuke. We're here to train. Everything else has to wait until after you manage four rounds without spilling any water."

Groaning, Keisuke shook his head. "Aniki's correct when he says you won't let me get my wicked way easily. All I want is to get closer to you, and you aren't letting me. Will you let me have my way after I drive that damned little demon-possessed monster that's pretending to be a car?" Keisuke bent down and grabbed his keys and twirled them on his finger with a smirk on his face.

The youth found himself wondering about the specifics of same gender sex yet again. The speed with which Keisuke's kisses rendered him to besotted enslavement, Takumi questioned how far over his head he would get if he went along with Keisuke's plan. Whatever the spiky-haired blond had in mind might be so exotic he could not handle Keisuke's demands.

Takumi leaned on his hachi roku's fender while facing Keisuke. "Depends on how bad a case of blue balls you're pushing for this evening. Uhm, I also have something I've been wondering, . . . so can I ask you?"

"Nan da?"

Rubbing a hand across his flaming face, Takumi tried to figure out how to ask for information without sounding incredibly stupid. Giving up on finding a clever way to phrase his concerns, Takumi blurted, "How exactly are gay couples different from normal ones? I keep wondering how different we are from others."

"Is that still bothering you, Takumi?" Keisuke grabbed his chin and forced his face up to look at his darkened profile.

"A little. So far things seem pretty much the same as when I dated Mogi, but you said there are differences. Not knowing how things are different is sort of bothering me."

"Most things are the same in gay or straight relationships, Takumi. A couple of differences in lovemaking exist, but I'm not going to push you into trying anything that makes you uncomfortable. Is that the problem? I'll tell you everything I know from couples that are active if you want."

His throat locked. Swallowing hard, Takumi felt his skin heating as he looked at Keisuke's darkened profile. Although it was dark enough that Keisuke was indistinct, Takumi wondered if his embarrassment showed. Clearing his throat, the teen forced his voice to work. "How exactly is that different?"

"Kissing, and holding each other is the same for any couple whether gay or straight, Takumi. When you love someone, you want to please them. Making love is always about touching each other. Remove the clothes and any couple will find the spots that feel good for each other from lips to toes. Instincts don't lie. Stroking each other's bodies is always the same across genders. The more aroused a couple gets, the more intense foreplay gets. Some couples like everything very gentle and slow. Some like to rough house and make each other laugh as part of their lovemaking. I know of a gay couple that can even get off on biting and scratching."

Everything Keisuke was saying made same gender sex less exotic, and potentially frightening. Having seen porn films made it easy to see himself and Keisuke in various acts within his mind's eye. His imagination conjured several very explicit images as Keisuke continued speaking.

"Mutual masturbation comes next. That also is pretty much the same as any normal couple would do for each other. Some couples take things another step. They give each other oral sex to make their lover feel even better. Again, gay and straight are pretty much the same. The only major difference in gay lovemaking is that each partner gives the other head in turns, or simultaneously. Sixty-nine is also the same for gay, lesbian and straight couples. Intercourse is really the only big difference between the couple types."

"Uhm, I don't really see how that would work considering, . . . uhm, Kami sama has built onnas for that, and we aren't." Takumi squirmed as he spoke.

"Some gay couples experiment with anal sex. Not everyone likes it, so couples that experiment with it don't continue if it doesn't feel good for them. From the things I know about anal, you have to relax your partner's ring a lot before proceeding. Some find that they like sweet spot orgasms, but can't handle full penetration. Those couples still finger their lover to give them a sweet spot orgasm while going down on their partner to increase their pleasure. A few men and even some onnas who absolutely swear that there's nothing better than anal orgasms. Others can't get off at all that way. Some couples switch who dominates in lovemaking depending on their moods. Gays have that advantage over straight couples. Sex isn't set in stone when it comes to roles. Each couple is different. Some like their love making slow and seductive. Others like things faster or maybe even enjoy getting into rougher play on occasion."

His mind stuttered to a halt when it came to the final chapter of Keisuke's lecture involving Anal sex. Takumi nearly stopped breathing as the tone Keisuke's voice conveyed said he was going to put greater effort into getting everything else mentioned in his lecture. Takumi had already come to recognize that focused voice, and its meaning.

"Anal isn't in my plans . . . unless you really feel comfortable with me. Otherwise, that's not an option. So, you don't need to worry about it, Takumi. I'm not going to push you into anything you don't want. Does that answer all the questions you have?"

Takumi nodded feeling a lot better about Keisuke's expectations not including backing him into something he would now like. "Hai. I didn't know that men could go back and forth the way you described. I thought our relationship had to be like normal relationships. However, I really don't think either one of us could pretend to be an onna. I kind of wondered if that was supposed to be the way of things."

Laughing, Keisuke's arm wrapped around his shoulders, his fingers slipping into Takumi's hair as their foreheads touched. "Sticking to a set role only happens when lovers don't trust each other, so can't get comfortable together, Takumi. Personal preferences do exist, but there aren't any hard laws about who dominates sexually in same gender relationships. We're not a damned Yaoi graphic novel couple. Neither one of us will ever qualify as an onna trapped in a shonen's body. I certainly can't imagine you or me wearing skirts. Face is, I don't ever want to see something like that."

Takumi chuckled at the biting tone of Keisuke's skirt remark, and the amusing mental image Keisuke conjured. He found himself flush against the blond's larger frame as his knees and arms moved to accept Keisuke's closeness without conscious direction while they were both snickering. Their lips overlapped, tongues thrusting and entwining against each other a few moments later. The emotions that flowed into him from Keisuke's passionate kiss eased Takumi's skittish feelings.

The nineteen-year-old found himself getting even hotter than his imagination had already caused because of their conversation. His prior uncertainty and fearful expectations wavered under Keisuke's onslaught of genuine affection. Keisuke's kisses always felt so very right. No matter his tangled emotions when Keisuke was away, these moments solidified that he belonged with the unpredictable, sometimes pushy man holding him. Takumi felt as if he could not get enough air into his lungs as his emotions shifted again. His arms wound around Keisuke's neck as he answered the deep, palpable emotions flowing into him.

Keisuke's other hand slid from Takumi's waist to glide along the bulge tenting Takumi's pants. He shivered in reaction to the intimate strokes and light grips that Keisuke's hand delivered to his sensitive crotch through the fabric. The blond's touch made his already throbbing dick more demanding as heat flashed through his system. Takumi broke their kiss as one of his hands dropped from around Keisuke's neck to catch his wrist.

"Uhn, Keisuke, don't, onegai. I'm going to have serious problems until I get home if you keep messing with me. Sitting in the hachi roku is already going to be uncomfortable without you making it even harder."

Velvet edged Keisuke's voice as he continued to play with Takumi's hard-on through his pant's fabric as if Takumi hadn't grabbed his wrist. "You said you wanted to know the truth, didn't you?"

"Uhm, hai. You just explained everything." Takumi blinked as he tried to force his mind back to their conversation. His focus remained glued to Keisuke's hand against his rigid sex. The teen could not quite get himself to stop the lewd caresses. Part of him wanted to know how it would feel to be with Keisuke. Would it be like his nightly wet dreams, or unbearable, even painful? The other half was terrified of the repercussions if he caved to this growing attraction. Images of his friends, and Oyaji, condemning him rose to haunt him.

"Let me show you that we can do things that aren't going to make you panic. There's no reason for you to jack off later, when I'm here and willing to get you off any way you want. I know you want me, Takumi. Let me show you how good we can be together."

Keisuke's fingers were tugging at his button and zipper. Keisuke ensnared Takumi with his voice as the teen felt his over tight pants loosen. Before Takumi thought to object, Keisuke's mouth covered his again in another emotionally charged kiss. Takumi's lips and teeth parted as Keisuke's tongue slipped into the recesses, sideswiping his half-formed denial.

Keisuke's hand slid into his pants and beneath his boxers to touch his sensitive erection. A rumble from Keisuke's throat along with the feel of warm fingers touching his wanton penis had Takumi trembling. Long fingers closed around his hard-on and began to move in sensual strokes that melted his embarrassed resistence. Keisuke's other hand dropped to his hips and Takumi felt his pants shift lower as Keisuke continued to manipulate his needy manhood. The blond's tongue glided and thrust against his making it even harder to pull away from the delicious friction of Keisuke's hand.

It was a relief to have the tight fabric peeled back from his member. It also shocked Takumi that he was allowing his spiky-haired tormentor to be so bold. Yet, as Keisuke had pointed out, they had known each other for more than a year. Turning heated when mutual attraction struck was normal for a relationship that had a year to evolve into a more intimate connection.

Keisuke's lips released his and the blond gave him a heated look when his eyes slid open. Takumi's breath accelerated over being fondled so deliciously. The way Keisuke caressed his arousal, his lips curved into a smile, told Takumi he enjoyed the reaction he was getting. The breathy tone of Keisuke voice made clear that he was getting more aroused as he stroked Takumi's rock-hard length. "Let go, Takumi. I want you to enjoy my touch. I'll even give you all the lip service you want if you say hai."

His breath faltered as Takumi tried to form words that would not come. His scrotum tightened, tingling as Keisuke fanned his desire with a talented hand. Those fingers were finding hyper sensitive areas Takumi had not known existed. Keisuke used each one he discovered to drive Takumi's passion higher.

Takumi had masturbated many times to get relief from his aching sex. However, Keisuke's caress was much more inflaming, sensual, and enjoyable than anything he'd thought to do to himself. The way Keisuke's fingers twirled over his head, circling and massaging the tip, hole, and focusing on the underside with each stroke had Takumi shivering as pleasure shimmered through him. The way that hand slid down his length with alternating firm and lighter griping, stoked fires in Takumi's body he had not known existed. Keisuke's fingers pushed even deeper into his pants, petting and cupping his sac. Devilishly talented fingers found a spot directly behind his balls that, when pressed and massaged, shot an odd sensation through Takumi's groin that ended in bliss.

"Nng. Ah, Kei . . . suke," were the only sounds Takumi could get out before he shuddered under another wave of knee melting sensations Keisuke was causing.

Takumi's hands slid to Keisuke's hips and fumbled to unfasten the blond's pants. Exquisite sensations had drowned more of Takumi's shyness in the longing for release that Keisuke was increasing with every stroke of his hand. The hot silken skin Takumi's hand wrapped around intensified his response as Keisuke's breath became more ragged next to his ear. An indistinct thought about how surprisingly thick Keisuke was shimmering across Takumi's conscience as the blond kissed him again. The thought evaporated as his partner's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot at the base of his head again, pushing Takumi's pleasure with being touched even higher.

"I like hearing your voice, Takumi. Let me give you a blow job. That feels even better than my hand does." Keisuke's voice purred next to his ear.

Somehow Takumi shook his head to refuse. Part of him rebelled at letting Keisuke's mouth anywhere near his groin. It was one thing to use his hands to get Keisuke off, and another to use his mouth. If he allowed Keisuke to go down on him, he would feel obligated to return the favor. Takumi was not certain he could do that. Blow jobs belonged in the solid, long term commitment category. As much as he enjoyed being involved with Keisuke, Takumi could not answer several serious questions about this relationship. His biggest question being whether or not they would remain together.

Ragged gasps overlapped as their tongues twined again. Their hands moved in sync around each other's hard length. Both were seeking to bring each other pleasure.

Takumi felt like a vice was constricting his chest without warning. Images flashed by so fast he missed most of them completely. The few that stayed with him were disjointed, and blurred. "I be good. I pomise."

Where did that child's voice come from that snaked across his conscience? Who was the child he was hearing cry so pathetically?

'A flash of reds, . . . furniture? . . . Sitting on something with a lady kneeling next to him putting his shoe on his foot. 'How long until Keisuke leaves? Once he gets tired of me, he'll vanish too.'

Takumi's mind shrank from the images, caught between pleasure and something much darker screaming up from depths he could not name inside himself. Jerking free of Keisuke, Takumi released his partner's arousal as he spun to the side gasping for air. Shuddering hard as the flashes of images continued crowding his mind. Few made any sense. The jumbled thoughts were beyond his control as he sank to his knees. Grabbing his skull, Takumi fought to slam the blurry images and floating phrases back into confinement. He did not want to remember whatever it was that kept seeking to overwhelm him.

A fanciful bird carved in dark red wood. A beautiful multiple colored Cloisonne plaque? Okāsan's sneer as she slammed the apartment door in his face, leaving pitch blackness surrounding him on all sides. "You aren't trying very hard to find an okāsan, are you? Pity that you came from me and still can't do anything right. Perhaps you should be alone all your life if you can't manage to figure out how to make others want you." A scathing female voice, one Takumi wanted to forget.

"You're so precious, Takumi kun. I love you to pieces." Sitting at a red wooden table with chop sticks in his small hands, Takumi looked up at the smiling woman who spoke those wonderful words.

'Haru chan? Okāsan? I don't understand.'

'Little cat curled in his lap. Oyaji's drunken bellow, "Bad enough you look like that fucking whore, but I won't tolerate you acting like her!" Blinding pain. A woman's scream as weight covered him, easing his own burning agony. 'I'm always alone. Am I so unlovable?' Sounds he could not place, shivering against something in pitch blackness, trying to shrink back more so he would not be found.

More echoes of long unheard voices rose from the depths.

"Never forget that I do love you, Takumi. I'll come back for you soon. I promise" Haru chan spoke as tears slipped down her face. Hiding in his room because Oyaji was drunk again. Wishing he could go to Itsuke's where he was safe. "You'll ruin any chance I have of living a decent life if you go with me. I can't take care of you, and get anywhere worthwhile." Okāsan's familiar voice was so cold, and it hurt. "I not be mithake anymore. I be good, 'Kasān."

Keisuke's voice seemed to slap aside the hellish pressure. "Takumi, calm down. Look at me, Takumi. Are you going to be okay?"

Heaving several more deep breaths, Takumi managed to get control of his trembling limbs. "Gomen for panicking on you again. I don't know where my freak out came from to be honest." His emotions had gone haywire without warning. Confusion and that still somewhat undefined fear had exploded into existence, sending Takumi into retreat before he even recognized it was welling up inside him.

Keisuke's lips released a sigh. "Don't apologize, Takumi. I'm the one that screwed up. I hope you aren't too mad at me for being an impatient baka again. I didn't mean to push you into something you aren't comfortable doing yet. I promise I'll behave now that you've reminded me to slow down."

Takumi found himself leaning into Keisuke's embrace. The strong arms that wrapped around his shoulders were as much Takumi's haven from fear and doubts plaguing him, as the cause of these insane panic attacks. Things were becoming much too intense with Keisuke which triggered his fear.

Keisuke continued to speak."I really love you, Takumi. I only wanted to show you how much you mean to me in a way that would feel very good. Gomen that I frightened you out of your wits when I started undoing your zipper without asking."

Takumi let his head rest against Keisuke's shoulder feeling tongue tied over the emotion he heard in Keisuke's voice. Caught up in the blond's arms while Keisuke's head rested against his own, he found himself speaking of doubts and uncertainties that he had to sort out. "It's my fault too, Keisuke. I didn't realize that things were getting too intense for me to handle. Damn, I'm such a jerk at times, and I don't even know the reason for it. Suddenly there's images flashing through my mind so fast I can't catch any of them before they're gone."

How many more of these blind panics were he going to have before Keisuke gave up on this nonstop frustration? The blond could have anyone he wanted. Women were clambering for his attention, and yet, he had chosen a man that could not even go through with a hand job to give him a little relief after getting him horny. Takumi heaved another sigh as depression settled into his soul. Perhaps those ghosts from his past were correct. Maybe he did ruin other people's lives. His mother had said it enough times before she left. Not quite able to stop shivering as disjointed thoughts continued to flash through his mind, Takumi could not stop wondering how long until Keisuke also vanished.

"I wish I knew the cause of your panic attacks, Takumi. Something really bad must have happened to you. Are you sure you don't know anything?" Keisuke's voice was soft, yet also held hints of suspicion.

"Gomen, Keisuke. I really only see quick glimpses of red furniture, a glimpse of my okāsan, a lady that babysat me when I was really little, and pitch blackness. It doesn't make any sense to me either. If I knew anything, I could stop this from happening around you."

"Give yourself a break, Takumi. I've always though you had a rough childhood. Maybe some day you'll feel you can trust me enough to tell me about it all." Keisuke's hold tightened around him as he spoke softly in return. Takumi's emotions bled as Keisuke's sadness filtered into his soul.

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