Ties That Bind

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Summary: They’re closer than they should be… but they don’t care.

AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17 - WARNING: This fic contains incest. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned.
CHARACTER: Kyle Busch/Kurt Busch, Kyle POV
CATEGORY: Smut, Smut, SMUT.
WORD COUNT: 5,013
COMPLETED: July 16, 2005
DISCLAIMER:This is FICTION. Fiction, not real, NEVER HAPPENED. Just a product of my overactive imagination. THESE ARE ALL LIES. No truth in them at all. I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE:First NC-17 I've allowed anyone else to see so please excuse my inexperience writing these type of things. Inspired by the above pic
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Many thanks go to killerwhaletank and evilsenshi, otherwise all errors are mine.
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Well, this is just great. He has a hard on while Kurt’s trying to explain the handling of the track. He hopes Kurt doesn’t notice, things could get very awkward…or very interesting. He’s glad he still has his shades on, Kurt won’t notice as his attention drifts, his eyes roving over Kurt’s body.

He loves and hates firesuits. They’re inappropriately revealing at times he wishes they weren’t, but then again he loves them. Firesuits leave nothing to the imagination, revealing everything a body has to offer, fueling desire and passion.

His brother’s firesuit hugs his body in all the right places. From the broad shoulders to that lean waist and over that tight ass, in more ways than one. He smirks, he’s gonna have that ass again. That waist he’s had to hold down as he swirls his tongue around the cock buried in his mouth. Trying to keep Kurt from bucking up as he does sinful things with his tongue, Kurt lost in the pleasure and moaning Kyle’s name. Those shoulders he’s pressed against a flat surface, licking and nipping at them as he thrusts deep into his brother’s body, putting his slight height advantage to good use.

None of these thoughts are helping his problem and more than likely he’s missing some vital information for race day. He can’t bring himself to care. He’s so horny right now. If they were anyplace else, somewhere less public, like say in his motor home, he’d have Kurt shoved against the nearest flat surface.

A hand waves in front of his face, “Earth to Shrub. Anyone home?”

Uh oh. Kurt’s stopped talking. “Umm…” is all he can manage as Kurt drops his hand to his side, resting them on his waist, “Did I just waste all that time explaining things to you? Where’ve you been little bro? Everything alright?”

“Uh, umm…everything’s fine.” Kyle stammers out as he tries hard to sound normal.

“Did you get everything I said? You’re gonna need it to get around here.” Kurt looks at him in disapproval.

“Yeah, sure,” said as nonchalantly as he can. Maybe a little too much.

Kurt clearly doesn’t believe him as his eyes search Kyle’s face, traveling lower as Kyle shifts uncomfortably. A smirk breaks out over Kurt’s face as he catches sight of Kyle’s problem. Only causing Kyle to grow harder, his cock twitching, as he lets out a faint moan.

He loves it when Kurt’s all smug and self-satisfied. Making him beg for what he wants, drawing the pleasure out until it’s almost too much for him to take.

Kurt leans a little closer, drawling, “You’ve got a problem there, Shrub. Want some help taking care of it?”

So tantalizingly close. All he has to do is turn his head ever so slightly and their lips would touch, press his lips to ones that have driven him insane with pleasure many times before. Just one small move and he could begin to quench the fire within him.

Instead he leans back slightly, all he can do is blink and nod yes. Kurt’s scent overwhelms him, drowning everything out except for the desire curling through him and invading his every thought.

Images spring into sudden focus of their first time in the shower. The water running down went unnoticed as he was pressed against the opposite wall, Kurt kneeling between his legs. One leg thrown over Kurt’s shoulder, a hand held him pressed to the wall as he was given the best blow job of his young life.

Head thrown back, mouth open and moaning as Kurt sucked him. Bobbing his head up and down, deep throating him, swallowing around his shaft. The tightness bringing him to higher and higher heights of pleasure and when he thought he’d reached the limit, there was more.

He felt a finger gently probe his opening, gently inch its way in and out, loosening him up. Then a second finger joined in. A foreign feeling, something within him, probing ever deeper as his muscles relaxed, scissoring him open as a third finger entered. Adjusting to the feel, relaxing in the warm hold of his brother.

The gentle in and out movement triggered something, a pleasure he’d never felt before, drew forth moans as he eagerly moved toward the source. Eventually he didn’t know which direction to shift towards, two sources of pleasure driving him out of his mind. The warm, wet, suction on his cock or the fingers thrusting in and out of him, hitting that spot. Light flashed before his eyes and suddenly it’s all gone. He couldn’t help but whimper so close to the edge and then to be denied. It wasn’t right.

Panting, he opened his eyes, trying to find out why Kurt stopped his exquisite torture. He caught sight of Kurt, on his feet, licking his lips as he rose. The gleam in his eyes, made Kyle shudder. Nothing in the world should ever be that dangerous, that hot, as the light in Kurt’s eyes.

“Ready for the ride of your life, baby brother? If not, tell me now and we can…stop.” It seemed to pain Kurt to even say the word, almost too far gone to pull himself back from the edge.

Kyle could only manage a faint growl, still able to get his message across. “Stop now and I’ll kill you.”

Kurt only grinned in response. “Then turn around and let me take you to heaven.”

Trembling, Kyle did as he was asked, feeling the heat warmed tiles come into contact with his body. His cock trapped against the slick surface as Kurt pressed against him. Nibbled along his neck, hands stroked down his sides, bringing his desire back to a full burn. The words, “Are you ready, baby brother?” are whispered into his ear as he felt the hard press of a cock against his opening.

Panting even harder now, he moaned, “Yeeessss.” He felt Kurt shift behind him, his hands slipping to Kyle’s waist, as he pressed ever so slowly into him, not wanting to hurt his baby brother as tightness engulfed his cock. There was no pain as Kurt had prepared him well. Now all he had to do was wait, wait for Kurt to fill him completely.

They both moaned as Kurt sank into him buried to the hilt, neither moving for a moment. They didn’t want this to end too soon. Kurt eased out, taking it slow, continuing to press kisses to Kyle’s shoulders. Nipping and nibbling as his strokes kept their steady rhythm. In and out, in and out.

Kyle was slowly being driven insane. He was sitting on the brink, pleasure burning through him. He could imagine the picture they made, Kurt driving into him from behind, pressed against the shower wall. Moaning, as his hips mimicked Kurt’s movements, body rising and falling to meet each thrust.

He turned his head, catching Kurt in a kiss. His tongue slipping into his brother’s mouth, dueling for control, fighting for dominance, serving only to ricochet their passion even higher.

They break apart, gasping for breath, as Kurt’s movements lose their steady rhythm. His grip on Kyle’s waist, tightened as he thrust faster, rocking them against the wall. The movement traveling throughout his whole body as he moved to meet Kurt. Pushing back harder and harder each time as he felt his release just out of reach.

Kurt pounded into him, both moaning at the sensations passing through their bodies. His hands scrambled for something, anything to hold on to as Kurt pushed deeper into him. Kurt’s grip on his waist almost bruising as he fought to keep control. There was still some restraint left in his brother. Can’t have that now. Kyle clenched hard around Kurt as he thrust deep and that was it, Kurt was gone.

Thrusting faster, rocking his hips in and out of Kyle, hitting that spot. Their moans echoed around the room, getting louder with every one. Then Kyle felt it building, coming from the very depths of his soul. Rising, rising, until it washed over him. A tingling spread out from his groin as with one more thrust, Kurt brought him to climax. Fireworks exploded behind his closed eyes as he came, came hard, moaning his brother’s name. Face pressed against the suddenly cool tile, hands unable to grasp the body behind him, driving him to such pleasure.

He came back to himself moments later, feeling Kurt panting behind him, still buried in him. Still hard, not having taken his own release yet. Kurt panted into his ear, “You alright?” Kyle didn’t deign that worthy of an answer. How could he not be alright after coming like that? Sometimes he thought his brother was more of an idiot than anyone knew. His only answer was to move back against his brother, Kurt sinking even deeper inside of him.

Kurt moaned squeezing Kyle’s waist in response and thrust again, again, Kyle tightening around him each time. He felt Kurt tense and warm liquid shot deep within him as Kurt came. Panting heavily, Kurt drew him closer as he laid his head in the crook of Kyle’s neck, his breath cooling heated flesh.

Sated and content, Kyle wrapped his arms around Kurt’s encircling his waist, feeling Kurt still within him. He didn’t want to break the silence. He sighed contentedly, breaking Kurt out of the pleasure filled daze he was in.

Kurt withdrew and Kyle whimpered at the loss of contact, the warmth suddenly gone. Kurt gently turned Kyle to face him, staring intently into Kyle’s eyes, watching for some sign of disgust or horror, anything that would mean Kyle hated him, what they had just done. Kyle just drew his brother back to him; hands exploring the skin he’d finally been granted access to, tongue traveling a path up Kurt’s neck. Kurt moaned, arms coming to wrap around Kyle.

Kyle nibbled his way up to Kurt’s ear, giving it a lick before he whispered, “You ready for round two, big brother?” Kurt twitched against Kyle, a shudder running through him. Kyle smirked; having his brother at his mercy was something that didn’t happen often. He could get used to this.

Leaning forward, Kyle removed a hand from its delightful exploration and reached out to turn off the now cold water. He stepped out of the shower, leading an unresisting Kurt as he toweled Kurt dry. Paying special attention to Kurt’s cock, using the roughness of the towel to arouse him again. It worked too as he heard Kurt moan, hands coming up to tighten their grip on Kyle’s shoulders. He couldn’t help but give Kurt’s cock a few quick licks, causing him to moan even louder and thrust into the wet heat of Kyle’s mouth.

He stood up; toweled himself dry as Kurt eyed him with lust filled eyes and reached a hand out in an attempt to wrap around his waist. Kyle didn’t let him, moving out of reach. He didn’t want a repeat in the shower. Nope, he wanted to finish this in bed.

He walked out to the bedroom; Kurt eagerly followed behind as he put an extra little swagger into his stride. He stopped in front of the bed, only then allowing Kurt to wrap his arms around him, and draw him in for a kiss, his tongue seeking immediate access. While Kurt’s busy kissing him, Kyle maneuvered them until Kurt’s back was to the bed.

He broke from the kiss, leaving Kurt to blink at him in surprise. He only grinned, pushed Kurt back and watched him land spread-eagled on the bed. Hard, ready and open, just waiting for Kyle to take him. He crawled up the bed, dragging his body up against Kurt’s as he went. Drawing moans from them both and then a growl of frustration from Kurt, quickly turning into another moan as Kyle sucked a nipple into his mouth.

A hand played with one as Kyle nipped and suckled on the other, switching now and then. Kurt clenching the sheets beneath his hands, cut off words forcing their way out of his mouth, Kyle’s name and please the only distinct ones. The hand playing with a nipple abandoned it, traveling a path down to grip Kurt’s cock. Squeezed slightly and gave it a few leisurely pumps. Kurt thrust hard into Kyle’s hand, demanding more, trying to get the much-needed friction. Kyle looked up, “Naa uh, not that fast.”

Kurt growled, dragging Kyle’s head up, pressing a desperate kiss to Kyle’s mouth. “Damn it! Stop teasing me!”

“What? Can’t handle a taste of your own medicine, big brother?” Kyle quipped at him.

Kurt grinned, a feral look on his face. He flipped Kyle, pinning him as he straddled Kyle’s legs, effectively stopping any attempts from Kyle to do the same. “You want teasing? I’ll show you teasing.”

Kurt captured Kyle’s hands in one of his, holding them immobile, as he slid down between Kyle’s legs, mouth latching onto Kyle’s cock like some sort of lollipop.

Kyle stared down in fascination at the sight of his brother’s dark head nestled between his legs, but it was all forgotten, as Kurt started treating his cock like a lollipop. Tongue swirling around the tip before releasing and then going back down all the way. Slow, repeated motions driving Kyle past sensible thought. Kurt’s hand pressed hard into his hips as Kyle tried to thrust into that sweet suction.

His eyes closed, letting the sensations from Kurt’s mouth fill his senses as his moans filled the air. They flew open as Kurt moved up his body, cock pressing into his thigh. Kurt kissed his way up Kyle’s torso, stopping to suckle his nipples before moving up to his neck. Kyle felt the heat radiating from his brother’s body, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep inside him.

Kurt creates delicious suction at the base of his neck, biting sharply then soothing it with his tongue, before leaving his mark. Kurt lifted his head, smirking at the mark he left behind. “You’re mine now, baby brother. No one else will have you this way. No one.”

Kyle met his brother’s eyes, the love and lust shown there, winding its way deep within him. His desire grew at the possessive tone in Kurt’s voice. If he was Kurt’s then it was only fair to make Kurt his and there was only one way to do that in his mind. He broke free of Kurt’s hold and twisted, rolling them over again until he’s the one on top.

Now it’s his turn. Before Kurt can react, he’s flipped him back over until that delectable ass can be seen. He pressed a hand to it, caressing, savoring the smooth feel before he slapped it. Drawing a startled yelp from Kurt. Kurt turned, glared at him, anger suppressing desire for the moment. Kyle didn’t leave him time to do much else before he did it again, leaning forward and soothing the sting with his tongue.

Trailed his tongue down the space between those cheeks, he hears Kurt stifle a moan above him. He licked a few more times just to hear those moans again. Grinning, he opened Kurt up to the cool air. Circling the puckered entrance with his tongue, teasing Kurt, dipping his tongue to the center but never inside. Until Kurt’s pushing back against him, moans supplanted by panting as desire spiraled higher. Kyle teased him a little longer, enjoying having Kurt at his mercy.

Without warning he pushed his tongue deep inside, feeling Kurt jerk beneath him, letting out the loudest moan yet. He thrust lazily in and out of Kurt. Deep as he could go until Kurt’s driven past coherency, jumbled up nonsense tumbling from his mouth.

Giving one last wet lick, he removed his mouth, slipping a finger deep inside. Kurt didn’t notice the difference at first until Kyle’s found that nub, rubbing lightly against it. Kurt’s reduced to grunts, pushing himself against Kyle’s hand, trying to get more. Kyle slipped in a second finger, Kurt pushing back even harder, the friction from the sheets against his cock a welcome bonus.

Kyle seeing this withdraws his fingers, Kurt moaning at the loss. Kyle turned him over again. He wanted to see Kurt’s face as he claimed him. He wanted to see that passion flowing from Kurt, all because of him.

He pulled Kurt up and open, legs on either side of his hips, placing himself at Kurt’s opening. Waiting for Kurt to open his eyes. Once he does, Kyle starts inching in, the tightness something he’s never felt before. The look on Kurt’s face was indescribable. Something between the rush of winning a race and the devotion to a god. Inch by pleasurable inch, he worked his way deeper, ignoring Kurt’s efforts to get him to hurry up, concentrating on feeling the tightness of his brother’s body, the tight heat constricting his cock.

He’s finally all the way in, buried as far as he can go. Eyes closed with the effort to control himself, on the edge of orgasm from just sheathing himself. Kurt squeezed his muscles slightly in a reminder that it’s not over yet, almost driving Kyle over the edge. His eyes opened to meet Kurt’s, dancing with mischief and impatience as he grinned up at Kyle.

Kyle withdrew all the way and thrust back in shallowly, take that big bro. Kurt moaned, pushing himself up to meet Kyle, trying to drive Kyle in deeper. He kept a slow and steady pace, watching Kurt slowly spiral out of control, the mask he wears in public fading away. Emotions coming out to play, to display themselves boldly on Kurt’s face. Desire, impatience, but above all love. Love for his baby brother and what he’s doing to him.

Eyes closed and groaning with the pleasure flowing through him, his legs wrapped around his waist, forcing Kyle in deeper, guiding his strokes. Kyle gives in, his control gone. Thrusting hard and deep, watching his brother writhe beneath him. Finally it's too much and he buries himself, again and again, as deep as he can.

Kurt meets him thrust for thrust, driving Kyle deeper than he thought possible. Squeezed tightly around Kyle as he thrust, stroking hard and fast, driving them towards completion, hands wrapped tight around Kurt’s waist. Guiding his strokes, faster and faster, deeper until he hears Kurt yell his name. Feels him clench tight around him, milking him, his climax overtaking him. His muscles clenching and unclenching around Kyle.

Body arched up in pleasure, his orgasm pulsing through his body as Kyle thrusts once more, body tensing as he comes, following his brother over the edge. Shooting deep within Kurt, moaning his brother’s name, he collapses on top of Kurt, panting.

He didn’t want to move, hot and sweaty, buried within Kurt. He glanced up; Kurt’s flushed face gently smiling at him. He pulled out, making them both whimper, crawled up to flop down by Kurt’s side, staring at the ceiling.

Kurt’s hand moved lightly over his body, pulling him closer. He laid his head on Kurt's shoulder, hand coming to be draped across Kurt’s body. Kurt gently smoothing Kyle’s sweat soaked hair. They curled together, legs entwined, desire satisfied for now. Kurt pressed a kiss to Kyle’s forehead, “You okay there, baby brother?”

Kyle just sighed in contentment as he nestled his face into the crook of Kurt’s neck, licking at the skin he finds there. Kurt shivered at the contact, gasping, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Kyle just laughed, okay? He’s better than okay.

Nestled in the embrace of his brother, now his lover; Kyle drifted off to sleep. Kurt’s gentle touch soothing him. Pressing one last kiss to Kyle’s forehead, Kurt settles down himself, wrapped around his brother, contentment washing through him.

~*~


Rushing to his motor home after the required media conferences, the desire almost burning out of control. Catching each other’s eyes across the crowded room shivers traveling through their bodies, desperate to get somewhere private.

Nearly an hour later, all the questions are answered and they’re left to do as they please. Kurt catches his gaze once again, giving a nod in the direction of the motor homes. Kyle nods in response, catching up to his brother on their way out. Walking side by side, chatting idly about the race and how they did, they head further and further away from the press of people. Giving off the appearance of two brothers just shooting the breeze after a long hard race. Anything’s farther from the truth as desire radiates off of both of them. Arms barely touching as they walk, fueling their rampant hunger.

Racing always does that. Gets the blood flowing, hard and fast, passion following not too far behind. No easy way to get rid of the adrenaline rush, you either get drunk or have hot frantic sex with a willing body.

He didn’t have the option of getting drunk and having no steady lover left him with his blood pumping many a time after races. That was until the start of this season. He’d found in his brother a lover to match his own desires, someone who could tame him and who he could tame in return.

They reach his motor home, the excitement building even more. Opening the door, Kurt presses closely behind him, following Kyle inside. Kyle turns and pushes Kurt against the closing door. Lips catching Kurt in a bruising kiss cock already hard and eager. He’s waited long enough. Hand slipping up, pulling down Kurt’s zipper, pushing the firesuit to Kurt’s waist, all without breaking the kiss.

Reaches for the bottom of Kurt’s shirt, tugging it up and over, the need for skin on skin overpowering. Kurt moans the feel of Kyle’s still clothed body, scratching at his over sensitized skin. Kyle reaches for his own zipper, tugging it down, shrugging out of his firesuit. Kurt watching him hungrily all the while.

Kurt reaches for the shirt, almost ripping it off of him in his hurry. Kurt immediately sucks in a nipple, toying with the waistband of Kyle’s boxers. Dipping a hand below the band, just barely running a finger over heat warmed skin. Kyle’s panting above him, leaning into Kurt’s mouth. Enough’s enough. Kyle hauls Kurt up for a kiss, walking backwards until he hits the driver’s seat.

Sitting down hard, not breaking the kiss, he strips the firesuit from the rest of Kurt’s body. Wanting to take him, Kurt on his lap, riding him into oblivion. The picture created by those thoughts… he moans. Pushing Kurt up, he pulls his firesuit from his body, pulling Kurt back moments later. Kurt straddles his lap, pressing up as close as he can get. Hips thrusting blindly, rubbing himself against Kyle’s stomach.

Kyle shifts his hands, running up and down Kurt’s back, to Kurt’s waist. Moving him so that his opening’s poised above Kyle’s cock. Licking a trail down Kurt’s neck as gasps pour out of Kurt’s mouth. Kyle bites down just as he thrusts deep within Kurt’s body causing Kurt’s gasp of pain to turn into one of pleasure as Kyle fills him.

Kurt’s still loose from earlier. Right before the drivers’ meeting, they’d taken the time for a quickie. On the edge of the bed, Kyle’s ass in the air draped over the foot of the bed. Kurt gripping the wood, providing extra leverage as he thrusts deep within Kyle. Finding his release, Kurt pushes deep within him, Kyle returning the favor soon after.

Kyle waits as Kurt settles above him, pushing himself down. Tight heat surrounds Kyle, more and more until Kurt settles into his lap. Starting to move as he soon as he can. Slow slide up, slow slide down.

They know this won’t last, the passion too much. Kurt speeds up, Kyle thrusting up to meet him. Deeper he thrusts and faster they move. Kurt’s head thrown back, moaning in pleasure, as they reach climax. Kurt milking him for all he’s worth, body clenching so tightly around him. Thrusting a few more times into that exquisite heat, he comes.

They don’t move, too exhausted from their frantic desire, arms wrapped loosely around each other as they catch their breath. Kurt recovers first, lifting himself from Kyle’s lap, walking to the kitchen for some paper towels.

Kyle watches him, eyes trailing down from his waist to that ass. He grins, his body still limp, as Kurt returns. Kurt wipes the mess they’d created from his lap and from the seat as best he can. Kurt turns and throws away the used paper towels; Kyle reaches out pulling him back for a kiss.

Sweet and gentle, the franticness gone, sated for now. Kurt draws him up, leading him towards the bedroom, kissing him all the while. Pushes him inside, breaking the kiss to go check that the door is locked then stalks back toward him, lust filling his eyes.

Kyle grins at him, walking further back toward the bed as Kurt closes the bedroom door. His hands eagerly reaching for Kyle when he turns around.

~*~


Kurt taking him against the sink, firesuits only half off, the desire too much to control. Adrenaline pumping, smirks on both their faces, they’d both just finished in the top 5. Battling from the back, making runs for the lead. A good day all around. They walk back toward his motor home having just come from the media center. Thanking their crew, their sponsors and whoever else. The energy humming within them, only to be quenched one way.

They reach Kurt’s motor home by virtue of it being parked closer. Kurt’s smirk just widens further as he turns to Kyle, “Wanna come inside for a drink, bro?”

“Of course,” Kyle quips back. He wonders what his brother has planned for him. It promises to be good from the way he knows they’re both feeling. Maybe Kyle’ll ride him like Kurt had done to Kyle a few weeks ago. That had been… a fantasy come to life. He still couldn’t see that chair and not have a massive grin break across his face.

Stepping inside, he closes the door behind him. Kurt presses against him, breath tickling his neck. “Today was a good day wasn’t it?” He doesn’t answer as hands begin tugging his firesuit off. Kyle arches back as Kurt bites the place where his neck meets his shoulders. Drawing him up the steps and toward the bedroom.

Making quick work of the firesuit, it’s down by his ankles as they struggle into the kitchen. Kurt continues kissing him, one hand reaching down to stroke Kyle. The other working its way between their bodies, inching its way inside him. He groans, shifting forward and back, the pleasure assaulting him from two sides.

Kurt’s still clothed, cock digging into Kyle’s backside. Kurt stops, the bedroom forgotten, lean body trapping Kyle against the sink. He hears a zipper being pulled as Kurt struggles out of his own firesuit. Feeling it fall to the floor, Kurt pressing back against Kyle, cock pressed at his opening.

Kyle’s more than ready, pushing back against Kurt, forcing him inside just a little. Kurt moans, too impatient to wait any longer, he thrusts, pushing Kyle hard into the marble countertop. He feels the cold marble digging into his skin as Kurt continues to thrust. Hard and fast, desire too much to contain. He meets Kurt thrust for thrust, gripping onto the counter as hard as Kurt’s gripping his waist. The slapping of skin against skin the only other sound amid their moans.

Hitting that spot within him, Kurt’s thrusts speed up even more, feeling Kyle tighten around him. Control thrown out the window, the only goal now, to lose himself in the tight heat. Faster and faster, harder, deeper. Kyle clenches hard around Kurt, pushing him over the edge. Tension making his body taut as Kurt comes deep within him, the warm liquid causing him to follow his brother over the edge. Kurt draped against his back, both of them panting, as they try and recover.

Arms shaking, hands now braced against the counter, Kurt pulls out from him. Only to turn him around and plant a kiss, teasing lips still red from the passion between them. Kyle just leans against him, breathing in Kurt’s scent and the smell of motor oil that coats them both. He lifts his head, looking at his brother as he’s being cradled in Kurt’s arms.

Gazing back at him, those eyes are open, the mask gone in this moment of peace. He smiles and Kurt smiles back. “We only have a couple hours, baby bro. A couple hours before we need to leave. First we need a shower.”

Untangling himself from Kyle, Kurt kicks off the rest of his firesuit, bending down to unbuckle his shoes. Kyle can’t help but admire the view, watching it get up and walk toward the shower. Kurt calls over his shoulder, “You coming?” Kyle scrambles to follow, his desire starting to build again. A couple hours won’t be enough time. It never was.

~*~


“Two hours. Your motor home. Be ready,” whispers Kurt, drawing him back to the present. Patting him on the shoulder, trailing his hand lightly down Kyle’s arm as he walks past. Smirk still plastered firmly on his face.

Kyle’s left panting with a raging hard on and nowhere to hide. He turns and hurries from the garage, glancing quickly from side to side. He doesn’t know if he can wait two hours. The desire flowing through him, heightening his senses, the smells of the racecars and exhaust, serve only to rocket his excitement higher.

But if he starts without Kurt, he’ll be punished, but then again, Kurt’s punishments are always enjoyable. Catching sight of his motor home, he walks a little faster, his own smirk evident on his face as he plans for what he can do to get Kurt to punish him.

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