Title: Nothing Else Matters
Summary: An attempt to seek closure in the wake of Turbo's death only seems to complicate things further when Felix makes a shocking discovery. Now the Good Guy is faced with the biggest moral dilemma of his life, and it could potentially mean the end of his marriage.
Rating: T (for slight adult themes)
Pairing(s): Felix/Turbo ("80's Boyfriends"), Felix/Calhoun ("Hero's Cuties")
Disclaimer: The film "Wreck-It Ralph" and its characters are property of Disney. I make no profit from these writings.
"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." - Mahatma Gandhi
Chapter I
Felix knew it was late, and the fact that it was dark outside had nothing to do with that, as it was always dark outside. The Good Guy was in desperate need of sleep, but this didn't stop him from pacing the dark room, something he had found himself doing quite often as of recently. He ran a hand through his already messy hair and laid down next to the abrasive, blonde soldier who had stolen his heart. He lay there for the longest time, keeping as still as possible and hoping his eyes would finally grow heavy, but it wasn't happening. It only seemed to make him more restless, and this just frustrated him.
Unable to keep still a second longer, Felix heaved a sigh and dragged himself out of bed, shuffling his way out of the room and making his way towards the balcony of his penthouse. Resting his arms against the rail, he stared quietly at the flickering screen of his game console, which, to him, was akin to gazing at a luminous, full moon. His eyes drifted to the Sugar Rush cabinet, but if there was anything going on over in that world, he wasn't aware of it, as his mind was plagued with a rush of thoughts, most of them involving years long past.
There was a sudden knock at the door, which promptly dragged Felix back to reality. Though honestly, it didn't really sound like knocking at all. It sounded more like someone was throwing their body against the door, or slumping against it roughly. The handyman gulped nervously as he stepped back inside and made his way for the door. He slowly ascended the stairs, a shaky hand reaching out to grab for the knob.
Felix gave a startled cry as he opened the door and laid eyes on the crumbled being before him, who looked as though he had actually crawled his entire journey given the fact that he was currently lying on the floor. "Turbo?" he gasped.
The injured character managed to summon enough strength to slowly lift his head, revealing a look of pure agony and fear. Even just opening his eyes seemed like a daunting task to the diminutive character. The skin of his face was red and blistered, as was practically every other inch of his body. It was almost too much for the little repairman to look at.
"H-Help….Felix," the racer managed to gasp weakly. "Please…"
Hearing the desperate plea immediately forced the Good Guy into action. He promptly dropped to his knees and tried with extreme tenderness to turn the injured racer over and scoop him into his arms, but it was impossible to lay so much as a finger on him without causing additional pain. The former Good Guy hissed and whined against the contact, turning to bury his face into the other's chest as he was hoisted off the floor. "It hurts," he practically sobbed as tears began to well.
"It's okay," Felix told him soothingly as he stepped back inside the penthouse, shutting the door with his foot.
"D-Don't…let them…f-find me. P-Please don't…let them…"
Felix looked down at him quizzically, wondering who exactly he was referring to. He at first thought he was referring to Vanellope and the other Sugar Rush racers, which seemed plausible. Although he could have been referring to his fiancée and Ralph. Or maybe all of the above. He couldn't blame him, obviously, as he was in an extremely vulnerable state, and he wasn't exactly the most liked character in the arcade. If anyone else found out he was alive, it would likely become a witch hunt. He certainly didn't think Vanellope would seek violence against the racer, but he wasn't so sure he could say the same for his fiancée and Ralph.
The repairman didn't make it very far before his charge was protesting loudly. "S-Stop!" he gasped, clutching the Good Guy's shirt. "Stop moving…Please! Put m-me down."
Felix responded immediately and stopped in his tracks, lowering the injured protagonist to the floor, though still cradling his head in his hand. Without a second thought, he carefully pulled the damaged helmet from the racer's head and set it aside. It seemed as though his head was the only thing unscathed, thanks to the headgear, but the rest of his body was completely covered in angry red burns. Most of the racer's jumpsuit did not survive the cola eruption. The upper part of his back was completely bare, as well as his entire right arm. The right side of his chest was also exposed, and nearly both pant legs were gone as well. He was a horrible sight, pure and simple, and it was all Felix could do to hold back his tears.
The handyman gently pushed back strands of dark, messy hair, desperate to distract the racer from the pain. "Just hang on, you'll be all right," he reassured as he reached for his hammer, but he just ended up patting an empty space on his belt. He looked down sharply, eyes bulging in horror. "Where's…where's my hammer?" he gasped, eyes scanning the room wildly. "I never leave it anywhere!" He looked back down at the racer with panicked eyes, which were now glistening with tears. "Turbo…" He knew his actions would cause the protagonist pain, but Felix didn't know what else to do. He picked him up gingerly and cradled him in his lap, unknowing of what else he could possibly do at that point to ease his suffering.
"Do you…hate me?" the racer asked weakly as he struggled to stare up at the man holding him.
"No!" Felix answered immediately, shaking his head.
"Do you think…I'm a monster?"
The question was painful to hear, and he was certain anyone else would have happily screamed "Yes!" at the top of their lungs, and he wouldn't blame them for it. Yes, Turbo had done terrible things, but it just wasn't within the repairman's nature to hate. And how could he possibly say such a thing to someone who was already suffering tremendously, both physically and emotionally?
Face softening dramatically, Felix pulled Turbo closer and pressed his head into his chest. "No," he answered softly. "You made a terrible mistake, but I don't think you're a monster." He hugged him as gently as possible, stroking his hair in an effort to soothe him.
"Do you love me?"
Felix stilled slightly and pulled away to look the racer in the eye. The question wasn't nearly as difficult to answer as he thought it'd be.
"Yes. I never stopped."
A look of calm seemed to grace the former Good Guy's face as he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming slower. He turned and pressed his face into the repairman's chest, his grimace of pain fading. "Don't let go," he said softly, and just as Felix opened his mouth to give a reply, he was horrified to see the racer's body fade slightly as a soft, red glow enveloped him. Tiny, red pixels began to break away from his body, a sight that was utterly horrifying to the Good Guy.
"No!" he screamed, clutching the racer tightly, as though it would stop what was happening. "No, please!" He wrapped his fingers around his raven hair, forcing his face into the crook of his neck as he held him close, tears blurring his vision. He felt a gentle hand light upon his head and he pulled away to look at the dying figure through his tears.
"It's okay," the racer whispered, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'm okay." He couldn't hold his eyes open a second longer. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Please, please," Felix continued to beg, the first of his tears spilling and creating a path for the ones that followed. "Don't." God, he couldn't go through this for a third time.
By now, Turbo had grown still and quiet, his face no longer twisted with pain. Felix continued to grip his body tightly in a futile attempt to keep him whole, but it was a pointless effort, and it wasn't long until Turbo's entire body dispersed into a flurry of red pixels, which scattered all around the despairing Good Guy. "NO!" he screamed as he wrapped his arms around empty space, trying to hold onto some remnant of the racer, but the pixels quickly faded away. "No, no, NO!"
0ooooooo0
"Turbo!" Felix gasped as he shot out of bed in a cold sweat. He sighed in frustration as he lifted a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. A quick glance to his left confirmed that Tamora was still sleeping soundly and had not stirred when Felix awoke with a start. The handyman exhaled slowly and let himself fall back onto the bed, noticing that his pillow was also dampened with sweat.
Dreams involving the racer were nothing new to him, though they had been occurring much more frequently since the cy-bug incident, and it was almost always the same dream. It was probably the worst dream next to the one involving Ralph discovering the racer was still alive and trying to crush him to death in his massive hands, while Felix screamed and begged for him to stop. They were almost a nightly occurrence now, and Felix was losing too much sleep over it. And emotionally, he was a wreck.
Teetering on the edge of depression was never something Felix would have imagined himself doing. He probably should have been the happiest Good Guy in the entire arcade in fact. After all, his game was no longer under the threat of being unplugged, the arcade was safe, and to top it all off, he now had himself one heck of a dynamite gal. Yet he found himself wanting to be alone more and more.
Everyone questioned him. Well, everyone except Ralph, although he too expressed concern, but he was probably the only one who had some inkling of what the handyman was feeling, but even he could never fathom the depths of the Good Guy's remorse, simply because he just didn't know, and he'd never tell him. He'd never tell anyone. How was he supposed to confess the fact that he had once loved a monster? At least that's what they kept calling him. Monster, psycho, villain, virus…These were just a handful of terms he had to listen to almost constantly. The Good Guy would wince and flinch every time he heard them, and there was hardly a place in the entire arcade he could go where he didn't hear them. People just wouldn't stop talking about it. They wouldn't stop talking about him. And he knew people would think him crazy if he tried to defend him.
The worst incident that Felix recalled occurred just days after the near cy-bug apocalypse. Gene and the other Nicelanders had thought it appropriate to throw a party in celebration of their games being saved, as well as to celebrate Turbo's defeat. Never had the little handyman wanted to crawl into a hole more than he had that day. He had spent a great deal of his time that night in the bathroom, sitting on the floor with his back against the tub and with his hands pressed to his ears as he rocked back and forth. He didn't want to hear a word of it, because he knew he would have lost control and started screaming and berating all of them. Mary had tried several times to coax him out, but he didn't want to be around anyone.
Thankfully, Turbo's name didn't come up in conversation quite as much anymore as time went on, but that hardly mattered to Felix, who had already plummeted into a deep sea of anguish and remorse far greater than what he had felt the day TurboTime had been unplugged. There was a saying that time heals all wounds, but Felix knew this to be false. He had forced himself to move on for the sake of his game and those who depended on him. He had a job to do, after all. But he wasn't so sure he could do that a second time around. It was getting increasingly difficult to get up every day and play the role that was programmed into him. All these years, Turbo had been alive and he hadn't known it. And only when he realized this to be the case, he had to watch him die all over again. It was almost too much. No…it was too much.
He found himself reliving the memories so frequently that he was almost in a constant daze. Even as he now lay next to his soon-to-be wife in the bed that they shared, he couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting to the one he had shared it with decades ago.
0ooooooo0
Game Central Station
1985
"Turbo, this is crazy! You're crazy!"
"Come on, Fix-It! It's all in good fun!"
The two Good Guys weaved around the crowd of Game Central Station, receiving shouts of anger from characters they narrowly avoided.
"Sorry! Do excuse us!" Felix found himself shouting over his shoulder repeatedly as he tried to keep up with his friend, who was laughing hysterically as he zigzagged through the crowd with ease, a sack of newspapers draped over his shoulder. "Turbo, seriously! This has gone on far enough! Give him his papers back!"
Turbo skidded to a halt and took a moment to catch his breath, still grinning like an impish child. "Lighten up already! I swiped his newspapers. It's not like I ran over his bike with my car."
"You filled his basket with rocks!"
As if on cue, a small, jagged rock came rocketing through the air with a slight whistle, which Turbo just barely managed to dodge.
"Which he's now using as weapons against us," Felix added as he looked over his shoulder at the angry teenager speeding towards them on his bike.
"Yep, did not think that one through," Turbo agreed. His grin returning, he grabbed Felix's hand and pulled him along. "Off we go!"
Felix pulled his hand back quickly. "No! Give them back, Turbo. I mean it."
The racer's only response was a mischievous cackle as he started reaching into the sack and tossing the rolled up newspapers in every direction. "Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" he shouted before darting off again.
"Turbo!"
Felix shot a nervous glance over his shoulder and immediately saw that Paperboy was closing in on them fast and seeing his newspapers being scattered all over the place only encouraged him to peddle harder.
"Oh my land!" Felix gasped as he struggled to keep up with his companion.
"Come on, Fix-It! We can lose 'im!"
Now that he was no longer toting a heavy bag of newspapers, the tiny racer was able to move more fluidly, moving with more speed and agility, which Felix had a hard time mimicking. And the racer's laughter never ceased.
Felix couldn't honestly say he wasn't used to this. He had been close friends with the racer for three years, and he had come to know him very early on as a prankster. He loved to joke around and tease people, and Felix always found himself stepping in when he felt like the jokes were going too far. Like right now. But as he watched his friend weave through the crowds and listened to his playful cackling, the repairman found his lips lifting upward slightly, and before he knew it, he was laughing as well.
"That's the spirit!" Turbo shouted back to him. "Glad to see you finally pulled that stick out of your butt!"
"This really isn't a laughing matter!" Felix scolded, but the effect of his words were hindered by his laughter. The little handyman felt utterly ashamed for finding amusement in this situation, but he just couldn't help it, Turbo's laughter was just so…contagious!
Turbo bolted into an outlet, Felix not too far behind. They both took refuge inside and peeked their heads around the corner and down the narrow passageway leading out into the station. "Yep, I…think…we…lost…him," Turbo managed to blurt out between ravaged breaths, placing a hand to his chest as he pulled back and leaned against the graffiti-riddled wall. The racer began to laugh again, and Felix did the same. "Did you see his face? I think that kid intended to run us over!"
"You're terrible, Turbo, you really are!" Felix laughed in response, bending over to place his hands on his knees. The racer grabbed at his stomach as his laughter seemed to grow in volume.
Felix brushed a thumb across the corner of his eye to wipe away a tear, his laughter finally beginning to grow softer, though Turbo's just continued to grow louder. The repairman's cheeks began to redden slightly, while his blue eyes became soft and adoring as he continued to watch his companion, unable to comprehend why the sight made him feel the way he did. When the racer's laughter began to finally lighten, Felix slowly leaned in and captured his lips with his own, very little thought given to his actions. The laughter finally ceased completely and the racer stilled in shock. He lifted his hands slightly, but he didn't move to place them on his friend. It was only when he muffled something incomprehensible that Felix finally pulled away with a gasp.
"Oh my land, I'm sorry!" he gasped, his hands flying to his mouth. "I-I don't know what came over me! I was just…and we…you were…and I…oh…oh, I'm sorry, Turbo! I'm sorry! I don't know what to say! I'll understand if you never want to speak to me again! It wasn't right of me to do what I did! It was completely inexcusable and a total disregard for your personal space and…"
The repairman just kept on and on, expressing his apology in ever way he knew how. Once his shock had finally wore off, Turbo's gaze softened considerably as the Good Guy continued to blab. Rolling his eyes, he slapped a hand over his mouth to silence him. "Zip it, Fix-It."
With that, Turbo pulled the brunette towards him and reclaimed his lips, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and grasping the back of his neck. Excited by the return of affection, Felix immediately deepened the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as he gently pushed the racer against the wall. Without much thought, Felix reached up a hand and grasped the zipper of the other male's jumpsuit, tugging it down slightly. He stopped suddenly and pulled back with a gasp.
"Wait…are you over eighteen?"
Turbo's eyes slowly opened and he blinked at the startled man, his lips still kissing empty air. "Umm…I don't know," he finally said. "My programmers never gave me an age. But…if you don't mind me asking…what exactly are you doing?" he asked, looking down at his partially opened jumpsuit. Felix's eyes widened to an unimaginable size.
"Oh my…" He took a step back, a hand slapping over his mouth. Turbo couldn't hold it back any longer and immediately let loose a roar of laughter.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! You're really fun to mess with, you know that?"
The handyman's face turned a bright red and his face twisted in anger. "That wasn't funny, Turbo! My land, I thought I was molesting a child!"
The racer only laughed harder. "Relax, Felix, you're not robbing the cradle. I know exactly what we're doing."
"That doesn't mean you're over eighteen, though!"
"What, do you think I'm twelve or something? Will you get a grip? It was a joke! I don't know how old I am, but I'm probably not much younger than you, so just relax."
"But you don't know that for sure."
"Oh, for crying out loud." Turbo grabbed the Good Guy and pulled him back in for another kiss. This finally seemed to settle the repairman's discomfort and he relaxed into the embrace, moving his lips against the racer's. As his hand returned to his zipper, the pale-skinned protagonist pulled back to protest. "I don't think this is the best place, Fix-It. I mean…what if someone were to come through here?"
Felix blushed slightly and nodded in agreement. "Yeah…good point. Guess I got a little carried away."
Turbo smiled and zipped up his jumpsuit. "How about the penthouse?"
Felix suddenly looked uneasy. "I…I don't know. I mean, with the Nicelanders being there and-"
"Your doors have locks on them, don't they?"
"Well…yes, but-"
"All right then."
Turbo took Felix by the arm and led him back outside into the station, immediately setting his sights on Fix-It Felix, Jr.
0ooooooo0
Getting around the Nicelanders had been somewhat of a challenge. They always wanted to flock to their Good Guy and never give him a moment's peace, but Felix tried to make hasty excuses as Turbo tugged him along.
"You're quite the celebrity, Felix," the racer chuckled as they finally made it inside the penthouse. The little handyman blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Do they ever leave you alone?"
"Not really," the Good Guy laughed.
Turbo immediately started scurrying for the bedroom. Felix followed after him, but his steps were slow and apprehensive. Stepping into the doorway, he smiled shyly as his friend plopped down on the bed and patted the space next to him, a silly grin on his face. Felix shuffled his way over, eyes falling to the floor. Turbo's smile fell as the repairman sat on the edge of the bed, his arms resting over his knees.
"Sheesh, Fix-It, you were rearing to go five minutes ago, and now you look like your life is coming to an end."
Felix really didn't know why his mood had deflated so much. He supposed it was because he had actually had time to think about what he was doing, whereas just moments ago, he had acted without much thought at all. Now that he had time to actually think about what they were possibly getting ready to do, he felt uneasy. "This…I don't know…It just doesn't feel right."
Turbo snickered lightly. "Feeling shy?"
"I don't know that that's it."
"Confused?"
"Maybe."
"Hmm…" Turbo kicked off his shoes and scooted back onto the bed, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. "Confused about what?"
Felix crossed his arms and clutched at the sleeves of his work shirt. "I don't know," he said irritably. The racer laughed at this.
"So you're confused about what you're confused about? That's hilarious!"
"Turbo, please…"
Felix finally removed his shoes as well and scooted towards the center of the bed. Turbo crawled over to him and laid his head down in his lap, staring up at him with an impish smile. "Well, answer me this, then…Why me?"
Felix only blinked, his face reddening again.
"I was just surprised to know you played for the other team. Seriously, I would have thought you had a thing for the ladies."
Felix chuckled lightly. "What ladies? In case you hadn't noticed, the arcade is mostly male."
"Oh yeah…good point."
"But that has nothing to do with it, really. It's… I don't know. Believe it or not, I'm just as confused as you are."
"There has to be something," Turbo pressed, his eyes begging him for an answer. Yes, there was something. There were many things, in fact. Felix suddenly found himself smiling as he moved to pluck the helmet from his companion's head. Dark, unkempt locks of hair spilled onto the Good Guy's lap, which he immediately began caressing
"You have many strengths, Turbo. When I look at you, I see confidence and determination. Some might call you stubborn, but I say you're strong-willed. Some might call you obnoxious, but I'd call you eccentric. These are things I only wish I could be. You're the only person I know who I don't feel like I have to impress. Goodness knows I love the Nicelanders, but…sometimes I feel like a wind-up toy when I'm around them. You've always been my escape from this life."
Turbo looked a bit puzzled by the man's words. "I get that, but I still don't understand the sudden affection."
"I can't really explain it, either. Though honestly…I don't think these things are supposed to have an explanation. How we feel is how we feel. What about you? I noticed you didn't punch me when I kissed you," Felix asked with a light chuckle, fingers still combing through the messy strands of hair.
The racer shrugged and laced his hands together over his stomach. "You're the only person who can stand being around me. You don't try to avoid me." Turbo looked away, looking almost hurt. "People don't care for me very much. Like you said, they think I'm obnoxious."
"Well, you can be a little arrogant sometimes," Felix replied gently with a warm smile. "You always think you have to be the best."
"I am the best," Turbo quipped, smirking up at the protagonist. "They're probably just jealous."
"Well…" Felix began as he leaned down to touch his forehead against the racer's, "your value is not measured by how good of a racer you are, or how popular your game is. Not to me. I don't give a flip about that. 'Scuse my French."
Turbo smirked as he rolled his eyes. "So tell me…why are you confused again?" Felix pulled away, and the racer chose that moment to finally sit up and look the Good Guy in the eye. Felix suddenly found himself avoiding his friend's gaze as he tried to come to terms with his reasoning.
"I don't think I'm confused. I really just think I'm…worried. Worried about what people will say."
"So now you're ashamed of me?"
"NO! I just…I'm not good with conflict, Turbo."
"What'd you mean you're not good with conflict? You're the frickin' hero of your game!"
"Language, Turbo," Felix scolded.
"What? I said frickin, not fu-"
Felix quickly slapped a hand over his mouth before he could utter the obscenity. "Ah-ah!"
Turbo smacked the hero's hand away in annoyance and continued. "Look, my point is you're programmed to resolve conflict."
"Not like this. Swinging a magic hammer around and fixing everything the Bad Guy destroys isn't the same as trying to deal with personal matters. It's not me I'm worried about…it's you."
"Me? Why?"
"I just don't want you to get hurt if people don't approve. You've always had the courage to stand up for me whenever someone said something less than flattering about me. But…I'm just not that good at standing up to people."
"I can stand up for myself, Fix-It," Turbo retorted firmly. "I don't need you to come to the rescue."
"But still…I just wish I could do what you do. I wish I had that kind of courage. It's one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you."
Both characters went rigid and still. Felix realized the moment the words left his lips just what he had said, and all color drained from his face. He had been looking away when he had spoken those words, and now he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to meet the racer's gaze again.
"What…What did you just say?" Turbo asked softly. If there was ever a moment in his life when Felix wished the floor would just open up and swallow him, it was now. "You…love me?"
Knowing he had no choice, Felix slowly turned to gaze at the other male, petrified of the response that awaited him. He supposed he shouldn't have been so worried, as the two characters had already made it this far. Turbo obviously had some feelings for him, even if he didn't love him. He had already made it clear this wasn't just about physical attraction. So what was he afraid of? Did he really fear he would hate him for loving him? No, that was absurd. Was he just afraid of not being loved back?
"I…Yes. I just-"
For the second time that day, Turbo placed a hand over Felix's mouth to stop anymore rambling. "You don't have to explain yourself." There came the gentlest smile from the racer Felix had ever seen, and the repairman thought he may just melt. "Like you said, how we feel is how we feel, right?" Turbo's smile grew more mischievous. "So tell me again…do you love me?"
"Yes," Felix said without a hint of doubt or a moment of hesitation. Turbo leaned in closer, his lips hovering above the Good Guy's.
"Then show me."
Felix could feel a shiver run down his spine at those words as he leaned in to press his lips against the other male's. He could feel eager hands tugging at his shirt, untucking the tail from the waist of his pants and finally sneaking their way underneath it. Felix's hand immediately found its way back to the zipper of the racer's jumpsuit, pulling it down just enough so that he could push it aside and expose his right shoulder. The little handyman truly didn't know what he was doing. This was new territory for him, and he only had his instincts to go by. He hoped it'd be enough to satisfy the other.
He withdrew his lips and gently let them trail down the racer's pale neck before finally settling on his shoulder. The protagonist moaned and sighed contently, a hand reaching up to rest against the back of Felix's head.
Felix had to admit that he was surprised by Turbo's willingness to let him take the lead, as it just seemed like something he would want to do, being the kind of person he was. But then again, Felix had made the first move, so he supposed it only made sense that he be the one in control here. And Turbo didn't seem to mind being on the receiving end, if those strange little noises he was making were anything to go by.
The blue-eyed hero began to tremble slightly, something Turbo immediately took notice of. "Will you just relax, Fix-It?" he snipped.
"S-Sorry, I've just never done this before," Felix replied as he pulled back, causing the racer to whimper.
"Well, neither have I, but you need to calm down." Turbo replaced his hand on the back of Felix's head and forced him back down to his shoulder. "We don't have to rush things. However far you want to take it is fine."
This seemed to relax the hero somewhat. He took advantage of this small bout of confidence and gently pushed Turbo down onto his back, his lips still peppering his shoulder with soft kisses. "You'll tell if you're uncomfortable, right?" the Good Guy breathed against his fellow protagonist's shoulder, the tip of his nose gently brushing against his skin as he moved upward to suckle his neck.
"I doubt that'll happen," Turbo sighed in response, eyes fluttering closed.
"But you will, right?"
"Yes, all right? Now just keep doing what you're doing."
And Felix did just that, only pausing to pull off one of his gloves with his teeth. Still tending to the racer's neck, he slid his now bare hand inside the opened jumpsuit to caress the exposed skin, which prompted Turbo to gasp and arch slightly.
Throughout the course of their intimacy, their positions altered, and their limbs tangled. Eventually, they found themselves settled against the soft pillows at the front of the bed, with Felix once again on top, which wasn't quite as uncomfortable as it had been in the beginning. He felt confident now, and Turbo had never once belittled him for his efforts, inexperienced as they were.
In the end, they didn't take things very far, and this was mostly Felix's decision. Turbo affectionately made a quip about him being a big tease, but Felix just didn't want to rush something like this. There was no need. The two characters had reached a new level in their relationship, and Felix wanted to explore it carefully rather than just dive right in without a thought. Turbo didn't argue.
Rather than redress and part ways, the two Good Guys laid down together, their clothes still partially shed. Felix's hand found its way back into Turbo's already tousled hair, his fingertips gently massaging his scalp. It wasn't long before the racer's eyes began to flutter. "I forgot to mention…I love you, too," he said tiredly. Felix's hand immediately still but the gray-skinned character had already drifted off by this point.
Author's Note: Goddamnit, I should totally be focused on writing "For the Love of the Game" but then I got sidetracked with this crap.
As much as I love the idea of Felix and Turbo sort of having a bromance thing going back when both their games were operating, I have also developed a huge soft spot for the '80's Boyfriends' pairing. But the pairing just isn't getting a lot of attention. At least not here on FFN. So…I thought I'd take a crack at it, as half-assed as that attempt was. Romance has always been my weak point, I'm afraid. This couple isn't easy to write, I'll say that much, but Turbo just isn't an easy character to write for in general for several reasons. So…my apologies if the characterization is bad. And I really didn't want to write anything too hardcore. I didn't want to focus strictly on the physical side of the relationship, though I still threw some of that in just for the fun of it :D
I really had no idea what to call this story, so I titled it after the song I was listening to while writing it. The song is actually by Metallica, but the version I was listening to is by Scala & Kolacny Brothers. I highly recommend giving it a listen, as it's beautiful. And I feel like the song does somewhat fit the relationship as it's portrayed here.