Fifty word prompts – Speed Racer.

[munnin]

Fifty word prompts – Speed Racer.
Part 1.

Drive, ???/Speed. NC-17, for roadrunner74
Blur, Sparky/Speed, NC-17 for oxymoronic
Power, Taylor/Speed, NC-17 for oxymoronic
Vision, Speed/X, PG for oxymoronic
Picture, Speed, G for roadrunner74
Child, Speed & Rex, PG for roadrunner74
Harm, Speed & Rex, PG for princessezzy
Mad, Speed/X, PG for princessezzy

Drive, ???/Speed. NC-17, for roadrunner74

Speed was never quite sure what drove him to this but after every race now, every time he stepped out of his car, he craved this. Needing a release that racing alone could no-longer provide.

Black gloves buried themselves in his hair, pulling just tight enough to make it feel good but never enough to hurt. His ankles were kicked apart as far as they could go with his white racing pants pooled around them. Two slick fingers pushed into him, hard and fast, make him gasp. He braced his arms against the wall, feeling the leather of his jacket scuff as the rough thrusts stretched and forced him open.

“Ready?” The dark voice growled in his ear, making him shudder.

“Take me.”

Never questioning, never hesitating, Speed was filled, his head falling back as the hard body pressing into him. His moans echoed through the darkened pits as thrust after thrust drove him to the edge and over it.

He clung to the wall shuddering, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the other man withdrew, leaving him in silence with little more that a comforting squeeze of his hip. Speed let himself slip to his knees, letting the cool concrete hold him as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over him.

He wished he had the guts to ask his lover’s name, or to look into his face but this anonymous passion was exactly what he needed...perhaps too much. It had become an addiction and however unhealthy it might be – Speed knew he was lost.

Blur, Sparky/Speed, NC-17 for oxymoronic

The first time Speed and Sparky got drunk together was a bit of a blur. Pops and the rest of the family were delayed by the storm and won’t make it to the track till the morning after the race, leaving the (somewhat under drinking age) pair to their own devices.

It stated with a clandestine champagne lifted from a waiter’s tray while he wasn’t looking.

The bubbles made them both giggly and bold and they soon worked out no-one cared if they were drinking. A martini in each hand, Speed found himself bailed up by an equally drunk and somewhat amorous Taejo.

As the Korean Racer backed him into a corner, his breath hot and heavy on Speed’s skin, Speed started to wonder if this was why Pops always made them leave early.

“Think you’re good don’t you?” Taejo purred, mauling Speed’s throat with wet, sloppy kisses. “Think you’re better than us all?”

Speed whimpered, unsure how to answer as the heel of Taejo’s palm pressed against his crotch. Before he could work out why it felt so good, the other driver was pulled away by an angry looking Inspector Detector.

“Speed? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Speed in his drunken confusion, looked down at the bulge in his jeans. “Is that meant to happen?”

The Inspector was too good a man to roll his eyes but it was a near thing. “How much have you had to drink Speed?”

Speed smiled up at him, goofy and sweet. “You know, I really have no idea!”

“How about I find your mech and drive you both back to the hotel?”

Speed seemed to think about this for a moment. He shouldn’t drive. He was still smart enough to know that was a bad idea so someone else driving was good. “Yes! I’d like that.”

“Well let’s find Mr Sparkolemew and get you both home.” The Inspector dropped his voice, glancing around the party. “Before X sees you like this.”

Corralling Sparky was harder than it looked. Somehow the mech had gotten himself conned into a game of strip poker with some of the Royalton mechs and was down to his last article of clothing. Clad in only his tighty whiteys, Sparky let the Inspector bundle him into a car, frowning as Speed giggled at him.

Back at the hotel, the pair of them sprawled out on Speed’s bed, sharing the one mini bar bottle the Inspector didn’t confiscated.

“Taejo groped me.” Speed announced randomly as he passed the bottle to Sparky.

“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever been groped by a guy. What was it like?”

“It was kinda...kinda nice actually.” Speed conceded, his brow wrinkling. “I think...I think I liked it.”

Sparky pushed up onto his elbows to look at his friend. “Really?"

“I think so.” Speed sat up, looking back at Sparky. “It was kinda quick but...I don’t know.”

Sparky reached up, brushing his thumb over Speed’s crumbled forehead. “Do ya wanna maybe...try it again?”

Speed grinned up as his friend, goofy and hot. “Maybe but... Taejo will have gone home by now.”

“Ass!” Sparky growled, shoving Speed playfully. They tousled across the surface of the bed, wrestling like they often did at home till they slipped, falling in a heap on the floor.

Sparky pushed his hair back out of his face, grinning down at Speed who was trapped beneath him.

Speed gasped as Sparky shifted his weight, his long legs straddling Speed’s hips.

“Oh...” Sparky moaned as Speed pushed up against him. “That feels...oh...”

“Oh yeah.” Speed sighed, gripping Sparky’s hips as he rocked into his friend, both of them breathing hard.

“Should we...um...” The lanky mech fell down onto his forearms, his hair brushing Speed’s face.

“Faster. Sparky please!” Speed moaned, his fingers bruisingly tight on Sparky’s skin. “Just...oh god...”

“Speed...oh...” Sparky closed his eyes, crying sharply as Speed thrust up against him, both of them coming hard. 

For a long moment they both stayed on the floor, their breathing rough and frantic.

“That was...” Speed started.

“Oh yeah.” Sparky nodded, sweat dripping down his hair.

“Should we...?” Speed moved up a bit, his pants sticking uncomfortably.

“I guess.” Sparky got to his feet, somewhat unsteadily.

They both washed and changed, not meeting the other’s eye. “Should I...?” Sparky asked, pointing to his own room.

Speed took a moment to think about it, not sure how to proceed. “You don’t have to...if you don’t want too. You could stay...if you like.”

A little awkwardly they climbed into bed together, asleep within minutes. 

When the Inspector stopped past in the morning to check on them both. Speed and Sparky were curled up around each other, fast asleep. He left them a couple of aspirin and some water and wondered how he was going to distract the Racers when they arrived.  


Power, Taylor/Speed, NC-17 for oxymoronic 

Speed gasped sharply as the silk rope pulled minutely tighter around his throat. It wasn’t endangering his breathing...yet...but the mere thought was enough to send shivers though his whole body. 

A few feet away, Jack ‘Cannonball’ Taylor stood, still fully clothed, brandy balloon in hand as he watched to naked teen tremble against the bonds as he hung suspended from the bedposts.  

“You see Speed.” The older man intoned lightly, crossing to the bed to run his fingers over the ropes, feeling the meld of silk and skin, “Shibari is an art form, a subtle balance between precision and control. Much like racing in its purest form.” He let the glass slid brush Speed’s skin, the cool surface raising goose-bumps in its wake. “When properly executed – the smallest movement can induce the most powerful reactions.” 

He leant in, his knee grazing one of the anchoring knots ever so slightly, changing the pressure on Speed’s bonds just so... 

Taylor smirked at Speed came screaming, the force of the orgasm making the youth hyperventilate, his Adam’s apple dancing against the ropes. As Speed fell limp, blacking out as it washed over him, Taylor found himself wondering how many times he could make the boy cry like that before he was truly broken. 


Vision, Speed/X, PG for oxymoronic

Speed blinked, shaking his head and instantly regretting it as a Disneyland parade of fireworks went off behind his eyes. The car was gone, launched over the edge and into the sea. Only the residual stickiness of the Quick-save held him on the track as it dissolved too fast, failing to protect him as he bounced along the tarmac.  

The left side of his body was screaming with pain, his arm no longer answering him as he tried to move. Blood was pooling, slick and hot under his jacket, though everything else around him was rapidly cooling. The steady rain poured down his face, stinging his abraded skin.  

Tampered Quick-save. Speed thought to himself, feeling the strength in his limbs leeching out with the rain. I’m gunna die...just like Rex. 

A bright light opened up in his eyes and Speed saw a figure walking towards him, translucent and shimmering.  

“Hold on Speed. Helps coming.” The figure called, hovering over him as he lay on the track.  

I don’t want help. Speed thought but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth. I want to be with you Rex.

“Hold on Speed. Just hold on.” 

The light vanished abruptly as the medical team pushed their way in. The numb peace that had spread over Speed was shattered as he was forced into a neck-brace and lifted onto a stretcher. 

Racer X stayed kneeling on the sodden track as they moved Speed into the ambulance. A gentle hand closed around his shoulder. 

“He’s in good hands X.” Inspector Detector said softly. “There’s nothing more you can do for now.”

“Yes there is.” Racer X growled, running his gloved fingers though the dissolving puddle that should have been Speed’s Quick-save. “I can find the bastard who did this and make him pay.” 


Picture, Speed, G for roadrunner74 

Speed hastened to grab his jacket and helmet, his shoelaces still half untied as he ran for the pits. For reasons unknown the officials had moved the flag time up by half an hour and a full locker-room for drivers and mech were scrambling to speed though their final preps. 

“How we doing Sparky?” Speed called, hopping on one foot to catch his errant laces. 

“Better than most.” The lanky mech replied, sliding out from under the Mach 6. “Everything’s primed and ready. I’m almost glad I went over everything last night.”

“Sleep is for the weak. I keep telling you that.” Speed grinned, fumbling with the zipper of his jacket. He touched his breast pocket, a look of horror crossing his face.  

“What’s wrong?” Sparky called, seeing the colour drain from his friend’s face. 

“Rex’s photo...” Speed muttered, his breath short and shallow. “I thought I had it but...” 

Sparky looked around frantically, knowing how important it was to Speed. He never raced without. Never set foot on the track without Rex next to his heart. “Could you have left it in your locker?” 

Speed glanced over his shoulder in abject panic as the ‘All drivers to your cars’ call came over the speakers. If it was in his locker there was no way he could make it there and back in time for the start but without it... 

“I’ll have to risk racing without it.” Speed swallowed resignedly. The lump in his throat matching the sinking feeling in his gut. “There isn’t time.” 

Sparky wanted to argue, wanted to come up with a solution that didn’t involve Speed going out there like this but he was drawing a blank. They rolled the car out to the start, both with dread in their stomachs.  

Speed sat behind the wheel of the Mach 6, waiting for the amber lights. The new race rules stated all cars had to be cool till the lights came on so there was an even ground and drivers couldn’t juice their engines. He wrapped his fingers around the wheel, his knuckles white beneath his gloves.

Racer X watched from the Shooting Star next to him; their cars almost close enough to touch. “Speed? Speed?”

It took his name being called several times before Speed heard. The Masked Racer leaned over, something small in his hand. Speed nearly cried with relief when he realised X was holding Rex’s photo. “Thank you.” He breathed, barely audible about the babble of the track.

“Rex’s always with you Speed.” X whispered, his voice low and gentle. “No matter what.”

Speed smiled back at him gratefully, tucking the photo inside his jacket as the weight lifting from heart.

Now he was ready to race!


Child, Speed & Rex, PG for roadrunner74

“REX!

Rex bolted down the hallway at the sound of Speed’s screams, bundling his baby brother into his arms. “It’s ok Speedy. I’m here. I’m here.”

The boy wept into his chest, his tears dampening Rex’s shirt.

“It’s ok Speedy. It was just a dream.” Rex crooned, rocking Speed gently. It’d been almost a month of this now. Every night Speed would wake up screaming. Every night it was the same dream – Rex dying in flames and ice. “I’m here little brother. I’m not going to leave you.”

And every night Speed clung to him, crying till he was weak with exhaustion and then fall asleep in Rex’s arms.

As he snuggled down, Speed cradled against his chest, Rex wondered if he was ever like this as a kid.

Or what it was Speed knew that he didn’t.

Harm, Speed & Rex, PG for princessezzy

Rex sat on the track his back against the wheel of the Mach 5, feeling the <i>plinkplink</i> of cooling metal, his baby brother curled up in his lap. As blood oozing from the cut on his head, Rex wondered whether if, in hindsight, letting Speed drive was the dumbest idea in the known universe. Only his arm around the kid’s waist had saved Speed when the harness snapped, unable to cope with their combined weight as they tumbled over the track, rolling twice before the car righted itself.

Speed himself was fine, made of rubber as all kids are at his age. A bump on his forehead and he’d knocked out his two front teeth, both of which had been wobbly anyway. Rex checked him over as soon as they stopped, flashing the light of his phone in Speed’s eyes to check for concussion. Speed wouldn’t stop grinning the whole time, babbling excitedly as Rex waited from his heart to slow down from a high pitched whir.

Eventually it wore off and Speed went from sugar-high to exhausted. Feeling in no shape to drive just yet, Rex let Speed crawl into his lap and fall asleep; figuring they both needed time before facing the wrath of their parents.

“It’s going to be ok Speedy.” He whispered, brushing back the tangled mane of his brother’s hair. “I make sure no harm comes to you.”

Years later as Speed watched the TV screen, barely hearing the shatter as his mother’s glass hit the floor, he wondered if Rex could have protected him from this – the harm of losing the brother he loved.

Mad, Speed/X,  PG for princessezzy

“I must be mad.” X muttered, watching from the boxes above as Speed torn down the last straight and across the finish line.

He tried to look away as the crowd descended, pulling Speed from the car and half carrying him to the podium, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t do anything but stare at the beautiful young man as he accepted the trophy, sharing his milk with his mech, kissing his girlfriend. He couldn’t fight the surge of jealousy and bitterness that shot though him.

Speed was happy, he’d moved on, grown up and Rex had no further part to play in his life. But what of Racer X?

Only Minx’s hand on his shoulder pulled him away, away for those perfect blue eyes. “You should tell him how you feel.” She whispered, all too easily reading his mind.

How can I?” He demanded, shaking off her touch. “You know who I am.”

“Yes.” She answered serenely, “You are Racer X, the Harbinger of Boom, his friend and mentor.” She stepped in close, dropping her voice so only he would hear. “The past is dead X, let it be. Love him as a man not as a brother.” She squeezed his arm gently. “Before it drives you both mad.”

Comments

[sylaire87.livejournal.com]

awwe. They are really great aleast part 1. I haven't read Part 2 yet.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'm really glad you enjoyed them.

[glanth.livejournal.com]

Guh! I loved the Speed/Sparky stuff and the Speed/Taylor--Guuuuuuuuuuuuh awesome.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

of all of them Blur was by far my favourite. I'm glad you liked it too.