[fic] Ski Trip
Title: Ski Trip
Author: Shingo the Pest
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Racercest
Warning: lemon, incest, shouta, rim, anal
Notes: Ummmm, okay, NOT entirely comfortable with posting this, and hid it under a ton of safety controls and stuff. Am still hiding it under safety controls and stuff. But people are asking to see it, so I'm revealing it. This is sort of a follow up to princessezzy 's "What Speed Wants, Speed Gets" ( http://princessezzy.livejournal.com/5920.html).
Thanks: Arigatou to bittenfeld and princessezzy for encouraging me to write.
"Speed!" Rex raised his voice, a rare occasion. But it was called for, as Speed was running towards Green Hill, snow sled in hands. The boy froze guiltily, and Speed slowly looked over his shoulder to see both his older brother and his mother sending him reproving looks.
"Speed Racer, you get back here! You're sneaking off to get into trouble, aren't you?" Mom yelled. With a groan of frustration, the boy turned around and obeyed, dragging his feet in the snow.
Rex took Speed by the shoulders once his little brother was in reach. "Are you trying to sneak off?" He teased, ruffling the boy's hair, then slinging an arm around Speed, and bodily dragging the boy towards the ski lodge with him.
"I wanna go sleigh down that big hill!" Speed protested.
"I know you do. But we don't go sleighing down hills with trees." That's what Green Hill was, an unchristianed slope, full of trees, and off limits to the skiers, the snowboarders, and the sleighers. It had caught Speed's eye because it was steeper than the kiddy slopes. Speed had tried to sleigh down the skiing slopes, repeatedly getting caught by the instructors, and causing all sorts of embarrassing trouble for the family.
"I can steer!"
"Suuuure. Sleds aren't cars." Rex noogied his little brother again for good measure, then pulled both of them back into the warm lobby of the lodge.
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"I thought we were going to teach him how to ski," Pops complained.
Rex plopped down on one of the beds. "I'm trying, I'm trying. He's just too impatient. He keeps sneaking off, or we end up sledding instead. He's bored when he’s learning to ski, and he likes the sled because he already knows how to do it."
"He needs to learn how to be patient!"
"I wonder where he gets it from?" Mom commented innocently.
Pops grumbled again, glancing at his wife but not taking the bait, and dropped the subject. The man turned the TV on, and settled down next to his wife on the hotel room's little love seat.
Rex propped himself up on an elbow, watching TV too, and occasionally glancing down at the the boy next to him on the bed. Speed was asleep, curled on his side, one hand tucked under his head. The boy looked so sweet and innocent, not showing a hint of the troublesome brat he could be. Rex ghosted his hand over Speed's soft cheek, then pulled his sleeping brother to him, spooning the boy. He tucked an arm around Speed, felt his little brother's chest rise and fall, then turned his attention back to the TV. It was a calm, quiet evening.
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That night Rex woke up with a soft moan. A small hand touched the skin of his hip, and traveled down towards the front of his pants. Rex grabbed it before his pajamas could be pulled down.
"Rex." Speed looked up at him, a hint of begging in his voice.
"Shh!" Rex clamped a hand over Speed's mouth. The boy pouted but Rex gave him a warning look. Rex was half hard, and damn it, their parents were just a few feet away! He glanced over his shoulder to the second bed. Pops was snoring loudly, and Mom was hidden somewhere behind Pop's giant body.
Speed whined for attention.
"No." Rex said firmly, both to his little brother, and to the way his dick jumped at his brother's sounds.
Speed whined again, wriggling this time.
"Argh! No Speed!" Rex whispered harshly.
This time, Speed tried to nuzzle up to Rex, small hands grasping the blue pajama shirt, nuzzling his head into his big brother's chest, even lifting one short leg, to wrap around Rex's hip. This Rex allowed, but his heart pounded, very aware of how close Mom and Pops were.
"Rex," Speed whined, voice muffled by Rex's chest. Rex could feel the child's erection against his abs.
"Speed, listen to me: Mom and Pops are right next to us! So knock it off! Go to sleep," Rex complained into his brother's hair.
Rex could just imagine the unhappy pout on Speed's, felt a little bad about it, and stroked the boy's curls with one hand, the other arm wrapped around the boy's torso.
"Rex, can't we please?"
"No."
"Maybe we can go somewhere. How about we go for ice cream?"
"At this time of night? Speed..."
"Please!"
"Shh!"
Rex shushed him, but held him tightly. Carefully, Speed dragged one hand down his brother's chest, over his stomach, stopping before he got too low, knowing if he touched his brother's erection at this point, Rex would probably throw space in between, maybe even storm out of the room to cool off alone.
Speed slowly stroked down his brother's chest again, never too low, but slowly driving his brother insane. He could see it in the way Rex swallowed, in the way his brother stared at the ceiling, then slowly closed his eyes.
"Rex," Speed begged softly, no petulant whine this time. Rex looked down, into those big blue eyes with thick black lashes. Rex's muscles spasmed and Speed knew he had won.
Rex grabbed him up, held him on a hip like when Speed was small. Rex grabbed two heavy coats, slung one over Speed's shoulders, and toed on shoes. Speed's feet hung bare. Cautious, but in a lusty hurry, Rex slipped through the door, shutting it quietly, and rushed down the fully lit hall, through the lobby with a tense smile towards the desk attendant, and out the main doors, into the freezing cold, heading for the car.
Rex tossed Speed into the passenger's seat, slid himself into the driver's, and sped off in the family sedan.
"Where are we going?" Speed whispered.
Rex gripped the steering wheel tightly, his voice snappy. "Where no one can see us."
Eventually, Rex curved off the main road, drove 100 feet into the trees, then turned off all the lights.
"Can anyone see us now?" Speed asked.
"No," Rex answered, fumbling to unbuckle himself, then Speed, who eagerly crawled into Rex's lap.
Large hands gripped the skin under Speed’s red pajama shirt, starting at his hips, crawling up to reveal Speed's slim chest and little nipples, the fabric bunching under the boy’s chin. Rex leaned forward to mouth Speed's ribs, pressing the kid back against the steering wheel, and the horn suddenly blared.
They both froze. For a tense moment they were still, waiting. But when no police with flashlights ran into the trees coming to arrest him, Rex relaxed. A bit.
"Shit," he groaned into Speed's hair, heart still racing. Speed could hear the thump thump in Rex’s chest, and hugged his brother for comfort. "Speed, one of these days, doing this is going to give me a heart attack."
"No! No it won’t!" Speed whined.
Rex smiled at the protest, stroked Speed's cheek, and leaned in to kiss him, so soft. Speed tilted into it, wrapping his arms around Rex's neck.
Rex mouthed and nipped at his neck, down his chest, this time pushing the driver’s seat back as far as it would go, and placing Speed underneath him, working his mouth down to Speed's crotch, pulling the red pajama bottoms down. He pulled them off completely, then spread his brother's thighs apart, taking the young erection into his mouth, sucking, then mouthing the tight balls. Speed whined, hands gripping the seat cushion, expression scrunched in delight.
Rex pulled back to look in between his brother's spread legs, at the little member wet with saliva. Below the balls, Speed's hole squinched open and closed. Rex dove for it, licking it into submission, gripping Speed's soft buns in his hands, and pulling the little hole open with his thumbs, so that he could kiss and suck it.
Speed made demanding little whines, sounds pushed from his throat as Rex jabbed his hole with an intruding tongue, then slipped an index and middle finger in, rubbing Speed's insides up and down, in and out. Speed's legs trembled.
"Rex, Rex! Plee~~ase! Please please please, Rex!"
Rex pulled his mouth away, looking Speed in the eye with an intense gaze, but kept fucking the boy with his fingers, massaging the boy's prostate. Speed's toes were curling, and he squeezed his muscles around the two digits, held them tight. Rex paused, enjoyed the grip around his fingers, then braced Speed's body with an arm, and jabbed the boy with three hard thrusts of his arm, hard enough to rock the boy's body into the seat. Speed whimpered and gasped. Hastily, Rex pulled the fingers out, untied the string of his blue pajama pants and pulled them down below his member, guided Speed's mouth up to his cock. "Make it fast Speed," he ordered.
Speed sucked half of the member into his mouth, and above him Rex gasped into the headrest. Speed licked the hilt, getting a nose full of pubic fuzz, and stroked his hands up and down the shaft, wetting it all as best as he could. He gently licked the head, he liked the shape of it, but Rex pushed him down on the seat again, grabbing his thighs, and folding them to Speed's shoulders. Rex rubbed his cock over Speed's hole, and Speed’s rose clenched in anticipation. Feeling the head settle against his hole, Speed squeezed his muscles tightly around the tip, giggling. Rex groaned, and then thrust forward. Speed cried out. Halfway inside, Rex held Speed down by the backs of his knees, and thrust in again, his low hung balls slapping against Speed's ass cheeks.
He pulled out, and then thrust in again, building up a fast rhythm, jack hammering his little brother's ass. Friction burned them both, and it felt so good, especially to see Speedy's little hole stretch wide around his girth.
Over and over, his hips pistoning forward, Rex struggled to keep his right knee from sliding across the cushion, letting go of Speedy's left knee so that he could grab the car seat and brace himself with an arm. Speedy was folded in two, trying to hold his own legs open, and his little brother's eyes were scrunched closed, teeth gritted as Rex plowed into him.
"Is it good Speedy?"
"Un!" The boy whimpered. Speed was trying to hold the angle of his body and his hips upwards, but failing, the boy’s hips falling down slightly, losing that perfect angle to his prostate.
"Are we getting the spot? Do you want it right here?" He pulled the boy's body up again.
The boy wailed with renewed vigor, "Ah! Ah! Rex! Ah!"
"Yeah," Rex kissed his little brother's forehead, "I know just how you like it, don't I?"
"Rex, please, please, please, there, just right there, pleeease!"
Then Speed's insides tightened, and clenched around Rex's member. Rex groaned as Speed squealed, and kept thrusting as he leaned down to wrap Speed in his arms, angle lost but Speed had already orgasmed. Rex continued thrusting, mouthing Speed's neck, before finally coming inside his little brother.
They laid on the driver's seat, satiated.
Rex cleaned them off with the inside of his own shirt. He toweled off the cum, especially from Speed's bottom, wet and loose as it was. “You little cream pie,” Rex teased Speed for his creamed, clenching little hole, that was still very sensitive. Rex playfully stroked it, wiping up the dampness.
"Put a finger in," Speed asked, quiet and weak, so Rex did, pumping in and out. He massaged Speed's prostate until the boy wriggled and gasped and squealed again. Speed's ejaculations were dry, and his balls were still small and tight. Rex had once explained, "They'll grow bigger, and hang lower, and then you'll have semen like me."
Speed was completely limp after the second orgasm. Rex dutifully helped his brother back into his pajamas. Under the car's weak overhead light, the purple bruises on Speed's neck were large and dark. Rex cursed softly, worried.
"We can hide it," Speed insisted, with a sleepy sigh.
"We need to. I can’t imagine how bad it would be if people saw hickeys all over a kid's neck. I'm so goddamn stupid!" Rex cursed. He looked panicked.
"It's okay, cuz I can hide it. I'll wear a scarf. No one will notice, cuz it's okay to wear a scarf in when you go skiing."
There wasn’t a scarf in the car, so Rex stopped at a convenience store and bought a new one, while Speed slept tucked away in the darkness of the car. Rex carried the unconscious boy into the lodge, awkwardly waving to the receptionist. Mom and Pops didn’t wake up when he fumbled to open the door, trying to juggle child and door key. Gently Rex laid down his little brother, and crawled into bed.
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But that morning Mom had questions. "I thought I heard you guys last night. Did Speed wake you up?"
"Um, yeah. It was hard, I mean, uh, he kept kicking me. I ended up taking him on a drive. To get him to sleep.”
"I was going to ask you about that. The front desk asked me if my boys had gone out during the night. I wasn't sure..."
"Yup, that was me and Speed. We drove to McDonalds."
"But there's food here! Why go all the way out?"
Rex swallowed, nervous. Why was Mom pressing this? "Speed wanted to go out!"
Mom was surprised. "You don't need to yell at me."
"Well, why are you bugging me about this? I just, I wanted to take Speed out, alright?"
Mom Racer tried to make sense of her son's overreacting, and realized he must be tired. "Honey, calm down, you're not in trouble." She went behind Rex, and wrapped her arms around him. He resisted for a moment, before relaxing into her embrace. "Maybe next time we can get separate beds for you and Speed? If he's kicking you, if he's keeping you awake at night, and pestering you to take him for car rides, then next time we go on a trip we can give you separate beds so that my poor little Rex can get some sleep away from his bratty little brother. Would that make things better?"
Rex sighed in relief. "Yeah. Maybe that would help." Though Speed liked to crawl in bed with Rex. "Would Pops agree?"
"Oh, I'll get him to agree, no problem.” They sat quietly for a moment, Rex comfortable in his mother’s arms. But it didn’t last, “Honestly, was Speed really giving you a hard time? Because it's not good for you to give him everything he wants. He needs to learn that no means no."
Rex pulled away. "Mom, I don't want to talk about that right now!"
"But it's becoming a problem. Speed is walking all over, getting you to do whatever he wants. You take him out to the track all the time, you don't make him do his homework, ice cream every afternoon, you let him stay up late... I told your little brother that we wouldn't get him that model T-170, because he's got plenty of toys already. Guess what I found in his sock draw when I was packing?"
Rex groaned again.
"He went right to you and asked for it, didn't he? Honestly Rex, I don't want Speed to grow up spoiled, but you're making that difficult!"
"It's not a big deal Mom! Can't you just let it go?"
"Rex..."
"I really don't want to argue right now."
She knew she should push the point. But when Rex begged like that...
Mom Racer sighed, feeling a little worn out. "Alright honey."
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“Rex?”
“Hm?”
“Will you…?”
End.
Author: Shingo the Pest
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Racercest
Warning: lemon, incest, shouta, rim, anal
Notes: Ummmm, okay, NOT entirely comfortable with posting this, and hid it under a ton of safety controls and stuff. Am still hiding it under safety controls and stuff. But people are asking to see it, so I'm revealing it. This is sort of a follow up to princessezzy 's "What Speed Wants, Speed Gets" ( http://princessezzy.livejournal.com/5920.html).
Thanks: Arigatou to bittenfeld and princessezzy for encouraging me to write.
"Speed!" Rex raised his voice, a rare occasion. But it was called for, as Speed was running towards Green Hill, snow sled in hands. The boy froze guiltily, and Speed slowly looked over his shoulder to see both his older brother and his mother sending him reproving looks.
"Speed Racer, you get back here! You're sneaking off to get into trouble, aren't you?" Mom yelled. With a groan of frustration, the boy turned around and obeyed, dragging his feet in the snow.
Rex took Speed by the shoulders once his little brother was in reach. "Are you trying to sneak off?" He teased, ruffling the boy's hair, then slinging an arm around Speed, and bodily dragging the boy towards the ski lodge with him.
"I wanna go sleigh down that big hill!" Speed protested.
"I know you do. But we don't go sleighing down hills with trees." That's what Green Hill was, an unchristianed slope, full of trees, and off limits to the skiers, the snowboarders, and the sleighers. It had caught Speed's eye because it was steeper than the kiddy slopes. Speed had tried to sleigh down the skiing slopes, repeatedly getting caught by the instructors, and causing all sorts of embarrassing trouble for the family.
"I can steer!"
"Suuuure. Sleds aren't cars." Rex noogied his little brother again for good measure, then pulled both of them back into the warm lobby of the lodge.
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"I thought we were going to teach him how to ski," Pops complained.
Rex plopped down on one of the beds. "I'm trying, I'm trying. He's just too impatient. He keeps sneaking off, or we end up sledding instead. He's bored when he’s learning to ski, and he likes the sled because he already knows how to do it."
"He needs to learn how to be patient!"
"I wonder where he gets it from?" Mom commented innocently.
Pops grumbled again, glancing at his wife but not taking the bait, and dropped the subject. The man turned the TV on, and settled down next to his wife on the hotel room's little love seat.
Rex propped himself up on an elbow, watching TV too, and occasionally glancing down at the the boy next to him on the bed. Speed was asleep, curled on his side, one hand tucked under his head. The boy looked so sweet and innocent, not showing a hint of the troublesome brat he could be. Rex ghosted his hand over Speed's soft cheek, then pulled his sleeping brother to him, spooning the boy. He tucked an arm around Speed, felt his little brother's chest rise and fall, then turned his attention back to the TV. It was a calm, quiet evening.
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That night Rex woke up with a soft moan. A small hand touched the skin of his hip, and traveled down towards the front of his pants. Rex grabbed it before his pajamas could be pulled down.
"Rex." Speed looked up at him, a hint of begging in his voice.
"Shh!" Rex clamped a hand over Speed's mouth. The boy pouted but Rex gave him a warning look. Rex was half hard, and damn it, their parents were just a few feet away! He glanced over his shoulder to the second bed. Pops was snoring loudly, and Mom was hidden somewhere behind Pop's giant body.
Speed whined for attention.
"No." Rex said firmly, both to his little brother, and to the way his dick jumped at his brother's sounds.
Speed whined again, wriggling this time.
"Argh! No Speed!" Rex whispered harshly.
This time, Speed tried to nuzzle up to Rex, small hands grasping the blue pajama shirt, nuzzling his head into his big brother's chest, even lifting one short leg, to wrap around Rex's hip. This Rex allowed, but his heart pounded, very aware of how close Mom and Pops were.
"Rex," Speed whined, voice muffled by Rex's chest. Rex could feel the child's erection against his abs.
"Speed, listen to me: Mom and Pops are right next to us! So knock it off! Go to sleep," Rex complained into his brother's hair.
Rex could just imagine the unhappy pout on Speed's, felt a little bad about it, and stroked the boy's curls with one hand, the other arm wrapped around the boy's torso.
"Rex, can't we please?"
"No."
"Maybe we can go somewhere. How about we go for ice cream?"
"At this time of night? Speed..."
"Please!"
"Shh!"
Rex shushed him, but held him tightly. Carefully, Speed dragged one hand down his brother's chest, over his stomach, stopping before he got too low, knowing if he touched his brother's erection at this point, Rex would probably throw space in between, maybe even storm out of the room to cool off alone.
Speed slowly stroked down his brother's chest again, never too low, but slowly driving his brother insane. He could see it in the way Rex swallowed, in the way his brother stared at the ceiling, then slowly closed his eyes.
"Rex," Speed begged softly, no petulant whine this time. Rex looked down, into those big blue eyes with thick black lashes. Rex's muscles spasmed and Speed knew he had won.
Rex grabbed him up, held him on a hip like when Speed was small. Rex grabbed two heavy coats, slung one over Speed's shoulders, and toed on shoes. Speed's feet hung bare. Cautious, but in a lusty hurry, Rex slipped through the door, shutting it quietly, and rushed down the fully lit hall, through the lobby with a tense smile towards the desk attendant, and out the main doors, into the freezing cold, heading for the car.
Rex tossed Speed into the passenger's seat, slid himself into the driver's, and sped off in the family sedan.
"Where are we going?" Speed whispered.
Rex gripped the steering wheel tightly, his voice snappy. "Where no one can see us."
Eventually, Rex curved off the main road, drove 100 feet into the trees, then turned off all the lights.
"Can anyone see us now?" Speed asked.
"No," Rex answered, fumbling to unbuckle himself, then Speed, who eagerly crawled into Rex's lap.
Large hands gripped the skin under Speed’s red pajama shirt, starting at his hips, crawling up to reveal Speed's slim chest and little nipples, the fabric bunching under the boy’s chin. Rex leaned forward to mouth Speed's ribs, pressing the kid back against the steering wheel, and the horn suddenly blared.
They both froze. For a tense moment they were still, waiting. But when no police with flashlights ran into the trees coming to arrest him, Rex relaxed. A bit.
"Shit," he groaned into Speed's hair, heart still racing. Speed could hear the thump thump in Rex’s chest, and hugged his brother for comfort. "Speed, one of these days, doing this is going to give me a heart attack."
"No! No it won’t!" Speed whined.
Rex smiled at the protest, stroked Speed's cheek, and leaned in to kiss him, so soft. Speed tilted into it, wrapping his arms around Rex's neck.
Rex mouthed and nipped at his neck, down his chest, this time pushing the driver’s seat back as far as it would go, and placing Speed underneath him, working his mouth down to Speed's crotch, pulling the red pajama bottoms down. He pulled them off completely, then spread his brother's thighs apart, taking the young erection into his mouth, sucking, then mouthing the tight balls. Speed whined, hands gripping the seat cushion, expression scrunched in delight.
Rex pulled back to look in between his brother's spread legs, at the little member wet with saliva. Below the balls, Speed's hole squinched open and closed. Rex dove for it, licking it into submission, gripping Speed's soft buns in his hands, and pulling the little hole open with his thumbs, so that he could kiss and suck it.
Speed made demanding little whines, sounds pushed from his throat as Rex jabbed his hole with an intruding tongue, then slipped an index and middle finger in, rubbing Speed's insides up and down, in and out. Speed's legs trembled.
"Rex, Rex! Plee~~ase! Please please please, Rex!"
Rex pulled his mouth away, looking Speed in the eye with an intense gaze, but kept fucking the boy with his fingers, massaging the boy's prostate. Speed's toes were curling, and he squeezed his muscles around the two digits, held them tight. Rex paused, enjoyed the grip around his fingers, then braced Speed's body with an arm, and jabbed the boy with three hard thrusts of his arm, hard enough to rock the boy's body into the seat. Speed whimpered and gasped. Hastily, Rex pulled the fingers out, untied the string of his blue pajama pants and pulled them down below his member, guided Speed's mouth up to his cock. "Make it fast Speed," he ordered.
Speed sucked half of the member into his mouth, and above him Rex gasped into the headrest. Speed licked the hilt, getting a nose full of pubic fuzz, and stroked his hands up and down the shaft, wetting it all as best as he could. He gently licked the head, he liked the shape of it, but Rex pushed him down on the seat again, grabbing his thighs, and folding them to Speed's shoulders. Rex rubbed his cock over Speed's hole, and Speed’s rose clenched in anticipation. Feeling the head settle against his hole, Speed squeezed his muscles tightly around the tip, giggling. Rex groaned, and then thrust forward. Speed cried out. Halfway inside, Rex held Speed down by the backs of his knees, and thrust in again, his low hung balls slapping against Speed's ass cheeks.
He pulled out, and then thrust in again, building up a fast rhythm, jack hammering his little brother's ass. Friction burned them both, and it felt so good, especially to see Speedy's little hole stretch wide around his girth.
Over and over, his hips pistoning forward, Rex struggled to keep his right knee from sliding across the cushion, letting go of Speedy's left knee so that he could grab the car seat and brace himself with an arm. Speedy was folded in two, trying to hold his own legs open, and his little brother's eyes were scrunched closed, teeth gritted as Rex plowed into him.
"Is it good Speedy?"
"Un!" The boy whimpered. Speed was trying to hold the angle of his body and his hips upwards, but failing, the boy’s hips falling down slightly, losing that perfect angle to his prostate.
"Are we getting the spot? Do you want it right here?" He pulled the boy's body up again.
The boy wailed with renewed vigor, "Ah! Ah! Rex! Ah!"
"Yeah," Rex kissed his little brother's forehead, "I know just how you like it, don't I?"
"Rex, please, please, please, there, just right there, pleeease!"
Then Speed's insides tightened, and clenched around Rex's member. Rex groaned as Speed squealed, and kept thrusting as he leaned down to wrap Speed in his arms, angle lost but Speed had already orgasmed. Rex continued thrusting, mouthing Speed's neck, before finally coming inside his little brother.
They laid on the driver's seat, satiated.
Rex cleaned them off with the inside of his own shirt. He toweled off the cum, especially from Speed's bottom, wet and loose as it was. “You little cream pie,” Rex teased Speed for his creamed, clenching little hole, that was still very sensitive. Rex playfully stroked it, wiping up the dampness.
"Put a finger in," Speed asked, quiet and weak, so Rex did, pumping in and out. He massaged Speed's prostate until the boy wriggled and gasped and squealed again. Speed's ejaculations were dry, and his balls were still small and tight. Rex had once explained, "They'll grow bigger, and hang lower, and then you'll have semen like me."
Speed was completely limp after the second orgasm. Rex dutifully helped his brother back into his pajamas. Under the car's weak overhead light, the purple bruises on Speed's neck were large and dark. Rex cursed softly, worried.
"We can hide it," Speed insisted, with a sleepy sigh.
"We need to. I can’t imagine how bad it would be if people saw hickeys all over a kid's neck. I'm so goddamn stupid!" Rex cursed. He looked panicked.
"It's okay, cuz I can hide it. I'll wear a scarf. No one will notice, cuz it's okay to wear a scarf in when you go skiing."
There wasn’t a scarf in the car, so Rex stopped at a convenience store and bought a new one, while Speed slept tucked away in the darkness of the car. Rex carried the unconscious boy into the lodge, awkwardly waving to the receptionist. Mom and Pops didn’t wake up when he fumbled to open the door, trying to juggle child and door key. Gently Rex laid down his little brother, and crawled into bed.
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But that morning Mom had questions. "I thought I heard you guys last night. Did Speed wake you up?"
"Um, yeah. It was hard, I mean, uh, he kept kicking me. I ended up taking him on a drive. To get him to sleep.”
"I was going to ask you about that. The front desk asked me if my boys had gone out during the night. I wasn't sure..."
"Yup, that was me and Speed. We drove to McDonalds."
"But there's food here! Why go all the way out?"
Rex swallowed, nervous. Why was Mom pressing this? "Speed wanted to go out!"
Mom was surprised. "You don't need to yell at me."
"Well, why are you bugging me about this? I just, I wanted to take Speed out, alright?"
Mom Racer tried to make sense of her son's overreacting, and realized he must be tired. "Honey, calm down, you're not in trouble." She went behind Rex, and wrapped her arms around him. He resisted for a moment, before relaxing into her embrace. "Maybe next time we can get separate beds for you and Speed? If he's kicking you, if he's keeping you awake at night, and pestering you to take him for car rides, then next time we go on a trip we can give you separate beds so that my poor little Rex can get some sleep away from his bratty little brother. Would that make things better?"
Rex sighed in relief. "Yeah. Maybe that would help." Though Speed liked to crawl in bed with Rex. "Would Pops agree?"
"Oh, I'll get him to agree, no problem.” They sat quietly for a moment, Rex comfortable in his mother’s arms. But it didn’t last, “Honestly, was Speed really giving you a hard time? Because it's not good for you to give him everything he wants. He needs to learn that no means no."
Rex pulled away. "Mom, I don't want to talk about that right now!"
"But it's becoming a problem. Speed is walking all over, getting you to do whatever he wants. You take him out to the track all the time, you don't make him do his homework, ice cream every afternoon, you let him stay up late... I told your little brother that we wouldn't get him that model T-170, because he's got plenty of toys already. Guess what I found in his sock draw when I was packing?"
Rex groaned again.
"He went right to you and asked for it, didn't he? Honestly Rex, I don't want Speed to grow up spoiled, but you're making that difficult!"
"It's not a big deal Mom! Can't you just let it go?"
"Rex..."
"I really don't want to argue right now."
She knew she should push the point. But when Rex begged like that...
Mom Racer sighed, feeling a little worn out. "Alright honey."
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“Rex?”
“Hm?”
“Will you…?”
End.