Sentence Racer!
Title: 10 Word To Love Racercest More By!
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairing: X/Speed
Summary: 10 Words of Sentence!Fic love
Words: 357
Notes: Iron: Is dedicated to doily_fic/doilyhands.
Hunt: Speed threw Racer X down on the bed and pinned his hands above his head. Tonight, the hunter became the pray.
Stereo: Mom and Pops had gotten used to the tall gentleman coming around almost as much as Trixie used to. They had also gotten used to not asking questions when the door to Speed’s room became locked and his stereo played very loudly.
Temper: Speed expected his Father to pitch a complete fit the first time he’d walked into the garage and found Speed and X examining a little more than the underside of the Mach 5. Pops flushed immediately quickly and silently retrieving what he’d gone in there to get and closed the door behind him quickly. They just looked at each other and started laughing.
Precision: Speed knew exactly what his car needed. It spoke to him and he complied. Speed knew exactly what X needed whether he spoke or not.
Substitute: Trixie had once accused Speed of having an dangerous relationship with the man known as Racer X. She’d said he was only a substitute for his brother but if she knew what Speed knew about X and his brother then ‘dangerous’ might not have been the first word to come to her mind.
Torpedo: “You sunk my battleship!! You bastard!” Speed pouted, he hated losing.
“You can always ride on mine.” The suggestion in X’s voice was blatant and shameless and Speed blushed hotly.
Manly: Racer X could do one armed military style push ups WHILE Speed sat cross legged on his back. Speed wasn’t sure whether to be freaked out or turned on.
Iron: “I thought it was a good movie” X blinked against the sunlight as they came out of the theater.
“Eh, Iron Man can suck it.” Speed had only went cause X wanted to go.
Black: X’s favorite color and surprisingly enough Speed’s favorite color on X… especially extremely tight black T-shirts.
Elasticity: Some of the positions Speed Racer could place himself into led X to believe he had been a contortionist in a previous life and he thanked his lucky stars everyday for that.
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairing: X/Speed
Summary: 10 Words of Sentence!Fic love
Words: 357
Notes: Iron: Is dedicated to doily_fic/doilyhands.
Hunt: Speed threw Racer X down on the bed and pinned his hands above his head. Tonight, the hunter became the pray.
Stereo: Mom and Pops had gotten used to the tall gentleman coming around almost as much as Trixie used to. They had also gotten used to not asking questions when the door to Speed’s room became locked and his stereo played very loudly.
Temper: Speed expected his Father to pitch a complete fit the first time he’d walked into the garage and found Speed and X examining a little more than the underside of the Mach 5. Pops flushed immediately quickly and silently retrieving what he’d gone in there to get and closed the door behind him quickly. They just looked at each other and started laughing.
Precision: Speed knew exactly what his car needed. It spoke to him and he complied. Speed knew exactly what X needed whether he spoke or not.
Substitute: Trixie had once accused Speed of having an dangerous relationship with the man known as Racer X. She’d said he was only a substitute for his brother but if she knew what Speed knew about X and his brother then ‘dangerous’ might not have been the first word to come to her mind.
Torpedo: “You sunk my battleship!! You bastard!” Speed pouted, he hated losing.
“You can always ride on mine.” The suggestion in X’s voice was blatant and shameless and Speed blushed hotly.
Manly: Racer X could do one armed military style push ups WHILE Speed sat cross legged on his back. Speed wasn’t sure whether to be freaked out or turned on.
Iron: “I thought it was a good movie” X blinked against the sunlight as they came out of the theater.
“Eh, Iron Man can suck it.” Speed had only went cause X wanted to go.
Black: X’s favorite color and surprisingly enough Speed’s favorite color on X… especially extremely tight black T-shirts.
Elasticity: Some of the positions Speed Racer could place himself into led X to believe he had been a contortionist in a previous life and he thanked his lucky stars everyday for that.