HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPEEDY!!!!
So, it's the one year anniversary of when Speed Racer first came out, and I personally have spent the whole day hysterically squeeing (well, more than usual). In celebration of this wonderful day I have decided to write and post my First Ever smut! It's Rex/Speed, which has become my otp, and is either set in an AU where Rex didn't leave, or is shota depending on how you want to read it (what can I say, I'm versatile).
Title: What Speed Wants, Speed Gets
Characters/Pairings: Rex, Speed, Racercest
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Speed knew his brother.
Warnings: First time porn? Possible to be interpreted as shota?
A/N: Dedicated to Team Fangirl, for being wonderful and making sure the love of Speed didn't die, despite our small numbers. Happy Birthday to Bitt! Consider this my pressie to you! Thanks to Alichay for entering this lovely madness with me, as well as all the others I've dragged you into over the years! Also dedicated to Emile, Scott, Mathew, Benno and all the other lovely people who contributed to our epic movie; I love you all. I'd better stop now, as this is starting to look like an Oscar speech...
Speed knew his brother. Inside and out, knew him in every sense of the word, including the biblical one. Speed knew his brother. It came in useful in many situations, like when to intervene when someone was really bugging him, or when Rex needed calming down. Their father often liked to comment that they only ever spoke for other people’s benefit, as between them words weren’t necessary.
However knowing his older brother as well as he did probably came in most useful in situations like this; when they got some rare alone time and Speed could drive his brother crazy. Rex was a tender man - at least towards his little brother - next to never raising his voice at him and always handling him with care and making sure others did the same. But at times like this, Speed liked to see the other part of him come out.
The evening would start off the same as any others; with Rex smiling gently at him, sometimes softly stroking his hair and whispering sweet, soothing words to him. Then Speed would intervene. He’d start by shifting closer and closer to his brother, until Rex’s self-assurance might slip a bit, then he’d start with the stroking; light as a feather at first, but getting firmer and making slowly longer trails down his brother’s muscled chest. After that he’s look up at Rex from behind his long and dark lashes with a heavy lidded look, parting his lips ever so slightly in a way he knew shot straight to his sibling’s groin.
Once he had Rex well and truly turned on he could really get to work; slowly unzipping his trousers whilst he was distracted by Speed slowly licking his lips and pulling them down before he could protest. After one blazing full-on kiss to stoke the fire and test how far along they were, Speed would slide to his knees and really let his mouth get to work. Kissing, licking and sucking his brother’s length in just the right way, Speed could get Rex to make the most wonderful grunts and moans. He could keep this up for a surprisingly long time, and would only let Rex come when he knew he was on the verge of snapping, and when he did making sure he came in Speed’s mouth was the final push.
As Rex would watch Speed panting on his knees, the slightest trail of come dribbling out of plush red lips, a darker, more animal look would come into his eye. That was when Speed knew he’d carried out his work properly.
Without waiting for Speed to catch his breathe properly, Rex would haul him up and toss him onto the nearest available cushioned surface, be it bed, sofa or even bean bag once. Before Speed would know it, he’d be there crouching over him, spreading his legs and pinning his arms above him. Speed could truly appreciate the person he drove his brother to become at this point, as he prepared him with rough, twisting fingers, whispering dirty, obscene things into his precious baby brother’s ear until Speed was a writhing, whimpering mess below him, begging to be fucked.
By this time Speed would be so turned on, he wouldn’t notice Rex had become hard again, or even him positioning himself above Speed’s entrance. The only warning he’d receive would be when Rex leaned into his ear and murmured in a low growl he never heard at any other time;
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t sit down for days.”
His usually gentle older brother would then proceed to dominate him completely; forcing himself in and out of Speed, taking what was his. Speed would graduate quickly from moans to screams of painful ecstasy and cries of delightful torment, desperate to hold onto and feel his brother like this, but not able to as Rex kept his arms held firmly above him. His brother would keep up his relentless pace until first Speed, and then he came in a jagged car crash of an orgasm.
Afterwards, as he was drifting off, he’d feel warm, strong arms circle him and pull him closer until he could feel a bigger, firmer body than his own wrap itself around his. In this cocoon of safety and love, he’d let sleep take him.
In the morning he’d usually wake up alone, to the smell of pancakes or waffles, or something equally homey. He’d continue to lie there, under warm covers, enjoying the smell of Rex and himself combined until said brother would walk through the door, with a warm and slightly sheepish smile on his face, carrying a tray of whatever breakfast he’d made. Speed would let him prop him up against his chest and eat whatever was offered as Rex ran his palms through Speed’s dark, glossy hair. And when he was done he’d tilt his head up in such a way that let Rex know he was demanding a kiss. He’d always get it.
Yes, Speed knew his brother very well, and he used it almost everyday to his advantage in some way. But when he drove his brother crazy, on those rare, special nights and unleashed the animal; that was his favourite use of his wide and all-encompassing use of his knowledge. And he never once felt guilty.