The ball bounced off the side of the wall. Breakout could see the opportunity presenting itself. In less than a second, the white sphere would center itself nicely above the goal. The opposing team had messed up their positioning and was on the other side of the court. It was time. Breakout jumped into the air and angled himself up at 75 degrees and let his large rockets fire. The nitrous trail followed him up as he hood-butted the ball into the goal. The explosion propelled him clear to the other side of the field as the crowd went wild. Breakout did a barrel roll, landed on his wheels, and skidded to a stop.

"Holy shit Break!" Gizmo yelled as he drove up to Breakout. He opened his car door and slapped Breakout on the trunk. "Nice shot! I can't believe we won that game! Coach would be proud."

Breakout was shy, but something about the moment made him come out of his shell."Y'know, yeah, that was pretty savage."

"Savage!" Merc yelled. He jumped up and down in excitement. "You couldn't have done that any better! We destroyed them!" He did a backflip. "Nice shot!"

"Thanks!" Breakout exclaimed.

Team Nitro had had a winning season. There wasn't any doubt about it; they had risen from the bottom all the way to the top and nothing seemed to be slowing them down. Now that they had defeated Team Chrome, they qualified for the the World Rocket League Championship in Neo Tokyo. Breakout couldn't believe his success: he started out ranked Prospect 1, but after months of practice the car found himself on a championship level team. The world was theirs. And with Merc and Gizmo playing alongside him, he felt like nothing could stop them. Confetti poured out from the ceiling as they drove out of the field and into the locker rooms.

"So what do we do know?" Merc asked, as he changed his tires. "We're on our way to Neo Tokyo, but that starts in a couple months. What are we supposed to do in the meantime?"

Breakout mused his answer as he filled his gas tank. "Well, I guess we practice. There's some new aerial training we can work on. Coach was asking us to complete that before… before the accident. I think we owe him that."

"We owe him a lot." Merc said. "We…we have to win for coach." A bit of window washing fluid dripped down his windshield. It had been an emotional season.

"Yeah, let's talk about it in the car wash," Gizmo said, interrupting. "We've got places to go. We've got a press conference in half an hour. That's barely enough time to clean up for the reporters."

"Yeah, for sure." Breakout said as he topped himself off. "Let's go."

Breakout, Gizmo, and Merc drove into the car wash. The brushes and steam wiped the dirt and mud off their shiny, paint coated bodies. Breakout stole a glance at Gizmo in the corner. Water dripped off his tight, curvy trunk and swirled into the drain.

"Checking me out?

Breakout panicked. Gizmo had caught him looking.

"No, no it was just a…I thought I saw something."

"You know, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Gizmo said as he drove up to Breakout. "It's been a long day." He opened up a car door and ran it up Breakout's smooth body. "I could use a little…tune up, if you know what I mean."

What was this feeling? Breakout was a young car…a 1997 model B. He was young and inexperienced. He'd only had one lover before: coach. But the feeling of Gizmo's door running up and down his trunk was making him feel….excited. Hot oil started pumping through his body. His engine revved.

Merc stood in the corner of the car wash, hood open in disbelief. "Guys…get a room…I mean… c'mon."

"We're just lonely cars in a lonely world, Merc." Gizmo said. "Live a little." He jumped on top of Breakout and started driving back and forth on top of him, his exhaust rubbing up against Breakout's trunk. Breakout let out a moan. It felt…so good.

Merc didn't know what to do. He felt like he should look away. But the sight of Breakout and Gizmo going at it was doing something to him. He could feel his engine temperature rising…his oil pressure building to up too 200 PSI. It was rising to dangerous levels…he'd have to release some soon.

"Get off of me!" Breakout exclaimed suddenly. "This…this is wrong! This isn't what coach would want!"

Gizmo jumped off and backed away in reverse. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…to hurt you."

Merc let out a sigh. Things were just beginning to be get exciting. The van pretended he hadn't been watching and drove away, leaving Breakout and Gizmo time to settle things.

"It's just…so hard. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you in my trunk." Breakout said. "I'm confused. I thought that once we won the game, it would take away the pain of coach dying…dying, right in front me. I like you, but…it's too soon. It's wrong."

Gizmo looked down, disappointed.. "I know you and coach had a…special relationship, but I thought that maybe now with things moving forward like they are, I…I would have a chance."

"Maybe later." Breakout said. "But first things first, we need to get ready for the Neo Tokyo Championship."

Gizmo and Breakout looked at each other before leaving the car wash, their wet bodies glistening in the electric lights. But for now, their carnal passions would have to wait for another day.