It was surprising that Felix didn't push him away immediately. What was even more surprising, however, was that the handyman returned the kiss. Turbo felt his heart soar as memories of similar inebriated kisses resurfaced. Sure, most of the time it had been Felix who'd been drunk, but there was really no other way to get into his pants.
"Turbo, stop. You're drunk," Felix pointed out, finally succeeding in pushing him away.
"Thank you captain obvious," Turbo replied, and giggled slightly. "While we're stating the obvious, you're horny. So what's the problem?"
"The problem is that I have a girlfriend now," Felix reminded him. "She just left not five minutes ago!"
"We can still go back to your penthouse and have a little fun," Turbo suggested, injecting a whine into his voice. He knew exactly how to make Felix agree to do something with him. Seeing that Felix was still unsure, though, he leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "We don't even have to have sex, just let me make you feel good." Felix blushed but finally agreed to that, causing Turbo to grin and eagerly drag him out of the game and across Game Central Station to Felix's own game.
Turbo could remember a time when he'd once gone from Tappers to this game every night. As often as they'd gone to this game, they'd also gone to his own game back when he'd had a game to go to. It was a pity, too, because the two racers in his game (annoying as they were) were less nosy than the Nicelanders. In an attempt to prevent the Nicelanders from knowing that Felix had company, the two removed their shoes and walked up the stairs in socked feet.
Once in the very spacious bedroom of the penthouse, Felix carefully and quietly locked his door while Turbo wandered into the room that he'd once been so familiar with. Every medal that hung on the wall was one that he'd seen before through the screen of Sugar Rush, and the ones up the very top were ones that he'd seen Felix hang up in person. He trailed his ungloved fingers over the gold medals, feeling as though he was saying hello to the past.
"You've kept your bedroom the same," he commented, turning back to look at the protagonist who still held a very special place in his heart.
"I didn't see a reason to change it," Felix admitted, sitting on the bed and removing his socks. Turbo smiled at that- was Felix's decision to not change a hint at some deeper feelings? But pushing it aside, Turbo joined him on the bed and leaned forward to kiss him. They quickly managed to pick up where they'd left off at the bar, and Turbo was sure that he felt a spark.
Felix made the cutest noises when he was aroused. Turbo nipped and sucked his way down Felix's bared chest, having discarded the shirt moments ago, and listened as Felix began to moan his name in a somewhat pleading manner. Clearly, the heat of the moment was allowing him to lower his inhibitions- he wouldn't be begging otherwise.
"Turbo, please," the little handyman breathed, and Turbo grinned his trademark grin before finally removing every article of clothing that was preventing him from getting to his prize.
Afterwards, Turbo basked in the afterglow that came with dealing with his own pleasure. A large part of him wanted to cuddle but he knew that it would make Felix uncomfortable. But then he didn't have to worry about that when Felix reached out and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him and giving him the hug of reunion that they hadn't managed to have before.
"I've missed this," Turbo admitted after tentatively snuggling up to him. "You have no idea how lonely it is lying in a big bed all on your own."
"Yes I do," Felix replied, idly untying Turbo's braid and running his fingers through the long black hair. "You're the first bedfellow I've had in... well, the only bedfellow, really. You were the last one to share my bed." He wished that he could be the only one to share this bed with Felix, but he knew that that wasn't possible. He banished those thoughts from his mind, not wanting to let reality creep back in just yet. He just wanted one night of being with the only guy he'd ever loved.
"I love you," he said softly, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. This time, Felix didn't return the kiss and Turbo could've cried just for that. He was so lonely, had been so lonely for years now ever since his game had been unplugged. So, instead, he buried his face into Felix's bare chest and just breathed in the clean scent of him. He'd never stop loving him, even if his feelings could never be returned. And so they slept like that, Turbo using Felix's chest as a pillow while the handyman kept his arms wrapped comfortingly around his former lover.
So sorry for the short chapter but I did want to update this. At one point things were getting a little risque but then I figured that it'd be too much for a T rating. Would anyone like me to type up the missing scene and upload it anyway? I wouldn't mind doing that. I'm also tempted to start another 80's boyfriends fic, not sure what it'd be about but it'd probably be the story of how Turbo went Turbo (like that hasn't been done a billion times already). So review if you want, all the reviews make me so happy.