Fifty word prompts – Speed Racer. Part 2.

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Fifty word prompts – Speed Racer.
Part 2.

Soul, Speed/X, NC-17 for princessezzy
Torn, Speed & the CIB team, PG for roadrunner74
Young, Speed & Rex, G for roadrunner74
Never, Speed/X implied, PG for roadrunner74
Fortune, Inspector Detector/Racer X, NC-17 for rekindle956
One, Sparky/Speed, PG for oxymoronic
Last, Taylor/Speed, NC-17 for princessezzy
Wait, Sparky/Speed, PG-13 for princessezzy
One, (Re)X/Speed, PG for princessezzy
Time, Royalton/Speed PG-13 for princessezzy

 

Soul, Speed/X, NC-17 for princessezzy

X slowed his thrusts, running his hands gently down the youth’s flank, giving him time to come down from the edge. “Easy Speed. I’ve got you.”

Speed panted, his body glistening with sweat as X rolled them over. It took him a moment to catch his breath, seating himself over X’s hips, sighing as his lover’s touch soothed him. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I know Speed, I know.” X pulled the youth down, kissing him slow and soft. “So have I.”

Speed chuckled, moaning beautifully as X chanted his hips just so, finding that place that made Speed’s world turn white. “I...” he stammered, “I wish you’d told me earlier.”

X smiled, nuzzling Speed’s throat, his fingers threaded through the youth’s mane. “Why? When watching you try and get my attention was so entertaining.”

Speed growled, swatting at X’s chest only to have the older racer catch his wrist and roll them again. 

X groaned, revelling the feeling of Speed’s lithe body trapped beneath his. Speed’s hands found X, their fingers entwining as they bucked against each other, cresting the wave together.

As his heart-rate slowed, Speed laid his head resting on X’s chest, the older racer’s fingers carding though his hair. “Do you love me?” He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

X bent to press a kiss to the top of Speed’s head. “Of course I love you Speed,” he reassured, “Heart and soul. For longer than you’ve known.”

Torn, Speed & the CIB team, PG for roadrunner74

Speed shivered, clutching at edges of Racer X’s jacket as the masked racer wrapped it around him. His own race-suit was torn and shredded, blood staining the white leather red. 

“Speed, look at me.” Inspector Detector called, flashing a light in Speed’s eyes. The young racer flinched away, whimpering as his naked skin grated against the tarmac of the pits.

“I’ve got you Speed.” Pain cracked X’s voice as he pulled Speed into his lap, cradling the youth close. “You’re safe now. Just let the Inspector take a look at you.”

Speed bit his lip, his grip on X’s arm tightening past painful as David inspected his wounds.
Bruises and cuts patterned the boy’s skin in almost an artwork of abuse. The Inspector pulled a needle from his bag, pressing it to Speed’s skin. “Sleep now Speed. We’ve got you.”

A large hand rested on X’s shoulder as Speed lolled in his arms. “The ambulance is coming. Hang in there.” Jack said gently, his deep voice strangely soft in the echoing bay.

The Inspector looked away, touching his earbud. “Ethan and Frank are tracking the suspect. Jack – rendezvous with Minx and follow their lead.” 

“I need to go with them.” X called as Jack ran for his car. 

“No, stay with Speed.” David said gently, brushing his hand against X’s cheek. “Trust us. We’ll find the man who did this and bring him to justice.” 

X nodded tightly, holding the sleeping Speed in his arms. He would watch Speed’s back, just as the team would watch his.

Young, Speed & Rex, G for roadrunner74

Rex leant on the Mach 5, scrubbing the grease off his hands with a rag as he watched Speed race around the yard in his little car. Rex had built it from scratch for his baby brother, loving the way Speed clung around his neck, almost choking him with hugs that birthday.

The tiny engine roared as Speed gunned it up the little ramp, screaming and giggling out of the pretend jumps.

Never such innocence.

Years later, after the little car was blown up, after Rex died in the crash, after the grand prix cup joined the others on the shelf – Speed looked back of those days, flicking though the photographs and wondered if he was ever, truly, that young. 

Never before or since.


Never,  Speed/X implied, PG for roadrunner74

Of all the things Speed would never do – 

Spend all night rebuilding cars with his brother, lightheaded with sleep deprivation as Mom lured them up from the garage with pancakes in the morning...

Race with Rex, their matching cars moving side by side though the curves and straights of the track, feeling the rush of competition in their veins... 

Smuggle drinks together at the after-parties, sharing clandestine martinis on the shadowed balconies, laughing together, the sharp taste on their lips...

Be there for each other through triumphs and defeats, through the raises and falls, though hook ups and break ups, through all things life could throw at them...

Sit with Rex on the point of the look-out, talk to him about all the things he could never ask his parents about, about life, about love, about this...

Of all the things Speed would never do, the one that hurt the most right now was not being able to ask Rex what he thought of Racer X...or getting his brother’s blessing to kiss the man...


Fortune, Inspector Detector/Racer X, NC-17 for rekindle956

They lay together on the twisted sheets, both their bodies sparkling with sweat, their chests heaving with shared exertions.

Racer X looked his new lover over as David Detector rolled onto his stomach, stretching out to relish the subtle ache of his overused muscles. So long they had danced around each other, so long they had let their desires stew, neither willing to concede to a passion that might risk their professional relationship... 

Until tonight...

A close call, closer than either of them had every come before drove X into his superior’s arms, kissing his taciturn commander with heady abandonment. 

Rather than being thrown back or punched, the rejection X expected, the tall blond kissed him back with a passion and fervour matching his own. 

Coltish and clumsy as teenagers, they fumbled their way to X’s flat, falling together into the racer’s unmade bed.

Here in the warmth of afterglow, X had a chance to reflect on all the things he’d never expected of the mysterious David Detector.

The tattoo for one. X had expected something small, if anything – a regimental tattoo perhaps, on his upper arm maybe but not this....

X traced the subtle shading and bold lines of the design that covered David’s back. His fingers spelling out the words he could not read. “What does it say?” he asked, surprised by the loudness of his own voice in the quiet of his room.

“Luck doesn’t come for free.” David replied gently, arching up into X’s touch like a cat.

“Why?”

David shrugged, taking X’s hand and bring it to his lips, gentle touches after their night of rough and passionate play. “Dame Fortuna doesn’t favour the unprepared.” 

X’s smiled, moaning softly as David bit softly at the skin of his inner wrist. Inspector David Detector was a beautiful mystery, and one he was more than willing to dedicate himself to unravelling. 


One, Sparky/Speed, PG for oxymoronic

Speed shifted uncomfortably on the bench, twisting sleeve of his jacket between his fingers.

“Penny for your thoughts Speed?” Sparky prompted gently, seeing the young racer’s distraction.

“It’s...it’s nothing,” Speed muttered.

Sparky sat down next to his charge, nudging the youth with his shoulder. “Hey Speed. It’s me. You know you can talk to me about anything.”

“Yeah but...” Speed’s shoulders slumped forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. “It’s just...Pop’s would be so mad...”

“You know I won’t tell him anything Speed.” This tension in Speed was scaring him, especially just before a race. “Just talk to me.”

Speed looked up at him, despair in his eyes. “Have you ever....thought about guys?”

“You mean...as in sexually?” Sparky prompted, keeping his voice open and level.

“Yeah...” Speed admitted, looking panicked. “I know Pop’s always says-”

Sparky hushed him solidly. “So do I Speed but you need to listen to me.” He touched the youth’s chin, pulling him around to look him in the eye. “There is nothing wrong with being interested in guys, or girls for that matter. I don’t care what Pops says, following your heart can’t be against the laws of God and it’s nothing to feel guilty about.”

Speed smiled weakly, leaning into his best friend. “How is it you always know what I need to hear?”

Sparky slung an arm around him, hugging Speed tightly as the call of all drivers to their cars echoed across the room.

“I should go.” Speed muttered, pulling himself to his feet. As he reached the door he turned back for a moment. “I know it’s none of my business but... have you ever...loved another guy?”

Sparky smiled sadly. “Get going. We’ll talk later. You have a race to win.”

As Speed jogged away, Sparky swallowed the answer, the truth that was choking him. “Yes Speed. But only ever one.”

Last, Taylor/Speed, NC-17 for princessezzy

Taylor left Speed lying on the bed, his young body dappled with bruises and bite marks. Come dripped nastily down the boy’s thigh as his eyelids fluttered, fighting to regain consciousness. The ropes, now removed from around Speed’s wrists and ankles, left striped friction burns in their wake that only his gloves and his lucky red socks would cover.

Speed groaned as the door closed behind the statesman racer, rolling over to pull the blankets with him, his whole body sore and sorry with abuse.

It was the first time he’d accepted Taylor’s invitation to come back to the hotel and for all he ached fiercely, he wasn’t convinced it’d be the last.


Wait, Sparky/Speed, PG-13 for princessezzy

“I should get back, before anyone notices I’m missing.” Speed whispered, as much trying to convince himself as much as the man he was snuggled beside.

Sparky hummed, planning a kiss to the top of Speed’s head. They both knew it was only a matter of time before the family found out and there would be hell to pay. Pops had Views on homosexuality. Views that warranted a capital letter. When he found out his eldest son and his hired mechanic...

Well...let’s say Sparky didn’t expect to keep his job.

But for now they had a stolen season, a gift of grace to enjoy themselves and the quiet love that moved with them with warm and gentle rhythms of their love-making. Speed was always so anxious, so playful, so young. Only Sparky’s touch still him, bring the restless racer to tranquillity, a peace of body and mind they both knew he needed to race.

“Wait.” Sparky whispered, his arms wrapped around his young lover. “Kiss me before you go?”

“Always.” Speed smiled, kissing Sparky sweet and soft. Tomorrow they would be friends again, tomorrow they would be star racer and company mechanic but now, here in this stolen season they could be so much more.


One, (Re)X/Speed, PG for princessezzy

Speed’s fingers traced the lines of Racer X’s face, feeling for the ties of his cowl and slipping it off slowly. “You are my brother.” It was neither a question, nor an accusation but in many ways a little of both.

“I’m sorry Speed but no. Your brother is dead.” X whispered, his hands resting gently on Speed’s hips.

“No. I can still see him.” Speed’s fingers traced the edges of X’s lips. “Here. When you smile.” He grinned, suddenly looking as young as he did that night Rex said goodbye. “Which isn’t often enough by the way.”

X frowned, catching Speed’s hands in his own. “Speed. I can’t...I can’t be Rex for you. That time is passed”

“I know.” Speed too frowned, looking up at him seriously. “I can’t ask you to be but...”

X breathed out slowly as Speed pressed against him. “Then what are you asking for Speed?”

Speed pushed up onto his toes, pressing a sharp kiss to X’s lips. “Love me. Not as Rex but as Racer X.”

“I can only be the one of them.” X cupped the back of Speed’s head, his fingers threading though his not-brother’s raven hair. “But that I can do.”


Time, Royalton/Speed PG-13 for princessezzy

Speed dropped the bag at Royalton’s feet, the folded up suit within. “I’m sorry Mr Royalton but this isn’t for me.”

Royalton moved almost too fast for a man his size, grabbing the boy by the throat and pushing him against the wall. “Sorry? Oh you will be my boy.” He pressed his hand hard against Speed’s groin, relishing the youth whimper of pain and fright. “No-one says no to E.P. Arnold Royalton. Least of all a little racer shit like you.”

Speed’s scream was muffled as Royalton kissed him hard, drinking in the youth’s cries of protest.

Over the intercom, Gennie’s voice chimed. “Mr Royalton. Your 3 o’clock is here.”

Royalton dropped the boy abruptly, straightening his suit as Speed’s knees buckling and he hit the floor. “You’re lucky this is important, boy.” He kicked the bag back at Speed with a vicious swipe of his perfectly polished shoe. “We’ll have to save this for another time.”