Making An Exception (IDP #1.5)

(I got the springkink prompt of 'Ryousuke/Keisuke: incest, racing, hand job; Mount Akina, night.' Hmm, I thought, don't I have a story that mirrors that? So here is another installment in the IDP universe, set between the first two stories, with all due thanks to those of you who've read and reviewed.)

*

Total defeat.

This was not what he'd expected. This summer was Ryousuke's gift to his brother, the chance for Keisuke to find out how skilled he really was. Keisuke had spent too long focused on Ryousuke, without looking any farther. It was time for him to let go. Akina was supposed to be merely the first step.

"Er, Ryousuke..." Fumihiro cleared his throat, and lowered his voice, as if the rejoicing Speed Stars behind them would have heard anything. "What about the uphill?"

Ryousuke shook his head. "It's meaningless. We lost on the downhill." What use was half a win? No one would remember that.

"By tomorrow, everyone will hear," Fumihiro reminded him, as if he hadn't thought it through -- he of all people. "That the Red Suns lost to the Speed Stars."

"We'll have our revenge," Ryousuke said quietly, and turned to head to his own car. "I'll see to it with my FC." He was Ryousuke Takahashi, and he didn't lose.

Then again, neither did Keisuke. Except to him.

Ryousuke shut his door, and frowned out his windshield. It had been ten minutes since the race had ended. Where was his brother?

*

"I'm not fucking leaving you."

Two hours before the race. Ryousuke wasn't even certain how the subject had come up again: he certainly hadn't intended to bring it up just before Keisuke was supposed to be driving. "Keisuke--"

"You won me," Keisuke said. He wasn't slouched on Ryousuke's bed, a comfortable few feet away, the way he usually was when he came to Ryousuke's room: instead he leaned up against the edge of Ryousuke's desk, so close that Ryousuke could almost touch him. "You seduced me. You'd better take responsibility, aniki."

That was stretching the truth, at least about who seduced whom. But to say so would only shift the ground of the argument, and allow Keisuke to ignore Ryousuke's point. Again. "I have and I will. But we cannot simply assume that things will continue as they are. You will leave eventually."

"Not yet," Keisuke said stubbornly.

"Eventually," Ryousuke repeated, resisting the urge to grind his teeth. "I will not be the one to hold you back. You need to chase your dreams."

"Even if it means leaving you, and fucking someone else."

That...was a great deal more blunt than he'd really wanted to be. "Yes," Ryousuke said, and firmly stifled the impulse to say but not yet, there's so much we can still do together, you're right...

Keisuke let out a huff of something like laughter, and shook his head. "You're incredible, aniki," he said, and leaned down to kiss Ryousuke with the same absolute certainty as always. And as always, Ryousuke kissed him back.

*

"That's where the 86 passed me, on the right there." Keisuke stopped, staring at the edge of the road. He'd returned later than Ryousuke had expected, late enough that the winding corners of Akina's pass were deserted except for the two of them. Keisuke's mouth looked bruised, and a faint smile kept peeking out, completely unsuitable for someone who had just lost an important race.

"Mmm." Ryousuke frowned over at the road edge as well. Seeing the corner wasn't helping as much as he'd hoped. The observer accounts had been no use whatsoever. There had to be something more. "Tell me, Keisuke -- did you notice anything strange?"

In this strange mood, he half-expected Keisuke to make a joke about besides the 86 passing me? But Keisuke frowned thoughtfully, and said, "Well, I heard a strange scraping sound."

"Strange sound," Ryousuke repeated. But that implied...hmm. He crossed over to the right and looked down, then chuckled despite himself. "Of course."

"What?"

"I can tell you why you were defeated." Dropping his tires into the gutter to allow the car to make an impossibly tight turn at an impossibly high speed -- it was the sort of trick that most drivers wouldn't have even imagined. The 86 had done it so easily that Keisuke hadn't even noticed what was happening. The driver knew this mountain, as well as he knew his car.

The driver. The young driver, with his sleepy eyes that hadn't flinched from Keisuke's glare. The young driver who said he wasn't a racer, who didn't know how racers did things. Who wouldn't be able to resist Keisuke, the way Ryousuke hadn't been able to.

Keisuke had been late returning.

"The gutter?" Keisuke said, sounding almost confused, before Ryousuke could follow that train of thought any farther.

Ryousuke re-focused his mind on racing, and explained what had happened, what the 86 had done and why it had worked. "He's probably done it many times," he said gently, watching Keisuke glower down at the innocent gutter. "He must push himself to the limit on Akina."

"Shit," Keisuke muttered, and stomped over to kick the railing. "He has to be a racer."

"It's possible to drive well without being a racer," Ryousuke said mildly.

"Not him," Keisuke said firmly. There was a second of silence. Keisuke stood, facing away from Ryousuke. Then Keisuke said, "Aniki."

"Yes, Keisuke."

Keisuke turned to face him. The faint smile had become something firmer. "Come here."

"Keisuke --"

"You enjoyed the race?"

He had. It had been so long -- too long -- since he'd seen someone who could offer him a challenge. Despite the frustration, that prospect could only be exhilirating. "We lost," he reminded his brother.

"We'll win next time," Keisuke said confidently, and abandoned the railing to go to Ryousuke. "When you race him."

"It won't be for a while yet."

"Soon enough," Keisuke said, and kissed him again.

He shouldn't have allowed it. They were in the middle of the road, and even in the middle of the night, someone could come along. But Keisuke knew him too well, knew how to demand a response with the same arrogant certainty with which he drove.

Ryousuke slid one hand around Keisuke's waist, pulling him in close, and gave him the response he wanted. This was what he'd been waiting for. After a race, Keisuke always --

But Keisuke wasn't. Not as much as he should have been. Ryousuke froze as he realized what had happened, what must have happened, then broke the kiss to look down at Keisuke.

Keisuke looked back steadily. "I went after Fujiwara after the race," he said. "He stopped in a parking lot, and I went after him."

"Keisuke, you don't need --"

"Yes, I do." Keisuke set his hand over the front of Ryousuke's slacks, the erection that hadn't faded, and squeezed gently. "He didn't know why I was there. Maybe I didn't either. But he kept saying he wasn't a racer." Keisuke leaned forward, pressing even closer, his hand still between them. "So I pushed."

"Keisuke --"

Keisuke squeezed again, rubbing Ryousuke through the fabric. "He was like you, aniki. Like I must've been, maybe. He didn't run...or hit me..." Each phrase was punctuated by Keisuke's hand, unzipping Ryousuke's slacks, sliding inside to touch him without anything in the way. "He just took me on and touched me back."

He should protest again, Ryousuke thought, then abandoned it as a failed strategy. His brother's erection, fully hard now, pressed against against Ryousuke's leg, and with every husky word, Ryousuke could picture it more clearly -- Keisuke pinning his opponent up against the 86, clever hand warm on the boy's cock like it was on Ryousuke's now, while the boy -- Fujiwara -- watched Keisuke with no-longer-sleepy eyes. "But you came back," Ryousuke murmured, and pushed up into Keisuke's hand.

"Yes," Keisuke said, and nipped Ryousuke's ear. "Next time, I want you there."

"Keisuke?"

"You want him too, aniki." There was laughter in Keisuke's voice, like he'd won the race instead of lost. "You want to see him the way you have me." A grind of his hips against Ryousuke's leg, then Keisuke leaned in impossibly closer. "You want to beat him." His hand tightened on Ryousuke's cock, and that was enough. Ryousuke came.

It only took a moment to catch his breath. Then he opened his eyes and met Keisuke's. "I will." He caught Keisuke's mouth again, and closed his hand around Keisuke's cock.

Keisuke chuckled again into the kiss, before the laugh died into a moan. "Of course you will." And that was the end of the conversation.

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