Turbo had to admit that it was nice to sleep in Felix's bed, even if the penthouse was being torn down around him. The best part was that the bed smelled like him, and the pie that had been sitting on the bed was just an added bonus.
"They don't call you 'wreck-it' for nothing," he smirked around a slice of pie. Ralph either didn't hear him or ignored him, continuing to rain bricks down on the handyman fixing the building. "You'd better not throw something at me, wreck-it. I'll game over and then Felix will have stern words with you." Being ignored bored him, so Turbo pushed the empty pie tin off the bed and wrapped himself up in the blankets to sleep off his hangover.
"Quittin' time," Felix grinned, and stretched the kinks out of his back before making his way downstairs. The Nicelanders dispersed as they'd taken to doing after throwing Ralph off the building, and Felix soon arrived at the door to his bedroom. He had to smile at the sight of Turbo snuggled into his blankets, his messy black hair the only sign of him.
"Turbo?" he prompted gently, but the only response he got was a snore. After shutting the door, Felix walked over to his bed and gently stroked Turbo's hair with an ungloved hand. He needed a shower from the dust that a wrecked building raised, and there was something sticky and white smeared both on the sheets and on Turbo's hand. It was even sticking random strands of hair together.
Turbo woke up to the feeling of something tugging at his hair. Yawning, he untangled himself from the bedclothes and looked at the source of the tugging- Felix attempting to pick the dried ice cream out of his hair.
"Do I even wanna know what the sticky white stuff is?" Felix asked, grinning and blushing.
"Well, I went over to Sugar Rush because Ralph wrecking the building was really annoying me. And then I got to thinking about you and about when we first got together," Turbo shrugged, and at Felix's blush he realised what he'd just said. "No, wait, I mean I just got so emotional and- damn it!" Why was he stumbling over his words again and blushing like a teenager? He hadn't done that around Felix since he'd first been infatuated with him. Well, it had been a while, and he was still infatuated with him, he guessed.
"Just tell me what it is," Felix suggested with a laugh.
"Ice cream," Turbo admitted sheepishly. "I went to Sugar Rush's ice cream track and ate some. My hair must've been sitting in it, unless some landed there when that little brat threw a bucket of the stuff at me."
"Why did Vanellope throw a bucket of ice cream at you?" Felix asked, stifling a laugh.
"I said something to her and she completely over-reacted," Turbo defended himself. "It was nothing bad, though, I swear."
"If you say so," Felix allowed, shrugging. "Now, you really need a good shower."
"Can you join me?" Turbo asked eagerly with a grin.
"I really shouldn't," Felix replied, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Please," Turbo begged. "I can't wash all my hair by myself."
"Alright but no funny business," Felix said firmly, and Turbo threw his hands up in delight before running over to Felix's ensuite bathroom. He'd finally be able to have his old love in the bathroom with him again, even if it was simply innocent for now.
"What if I wash myself and then you wash my hair?" Turbo suggested. "If you really don't want to see me naked, though, I suppose I can put my pants on at least. And then you'll only have to deal with my buff chest." Felix had to laugh at that.
"Wash yourself and call me in when I can wash your hair," he decided, going back into his bedroom to get some clothes for Turbo. "Just wrap a towel around your waist, that way you won't get your new clothes wet."
"And what if I end up making a tent in that towel because having my hair washed feels good?" Turbo wondered, and Felix could hear the grin in his voice.
"Turbo!" the handyman chastised him, but he was laughing too.
Turbo smiled at the feeling of nice, hot water cascading over his body. It washed the grime off and warmed him up at the same time. He could remember doing this very same ritual of scrubbing the grime from his body after a long day on the tracks, only that usually took twice as long. The dust from a demolished building was almost entirely removed by the running water, where grease took a bit of scrubbing to remove. He didn't even have to clean out grease from under his fingernails. That thought was bittersweet- he'd never have to clean himself of grease again, but that meant that he'd never be covered in grease from working on his car. He missed his old car- racing on the track all day, then screeching out of his game's port at quitting time and meeting up with Felix in Game Central Station.
"You can wash my hair now," he called out after a while of reminiscing and dealing with the various emotions that came with that. Nobody would see his tears in the shower, and he was sure that the result of thinking about Felix's tight jeans had been washed down the drain. Now he just had to dry himself and wrap a towel around his waist.
"Oh, thank goodness you're not naked," Felix laughed as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
"Don't think I wasn't tempted to be," Turbo smirked at him. "Remember how we used to mess around in your bathroom? Or mine when Jet and Flash weren't being too noisy."
"Yes, yes, it was one of your favourite places to be on your knees," Felix nodded, and the honey glows suffused his cheeks as his mind caught up with his mouth.
"Glad I'm not the only one thinking of that," Turbo laughed. "You're not as innocent as you act, Fix-it." His laughter died off into a smile and a sigh of happiness as Felix began to scrub the ice cream and dust from Turbo's hair. He wished that his hair could feel things like his scalp could, but the very knowledge that Felix was washing his hair still made Turbo smile like a lovestruck idiot.
"All done," Felix chimed after working his way up and down Turbo's mane several times.
"Thanks," Turbo smiled, and turned to kiss him. Stunned, Felix returned the kiss but was relieved when Turbo got to his feet and squeezed the water out of his hair and into the shower. He walked out of the bathroom with his hair bundled around one fist and snorted in laughter at the clothes neatly folded on Felix's bed.
"I hope you don't mind wearing my clothes," Felix smiled apologetically. "I've only got my own clothes, you see."
"Of course I don't mind! I remember wearing your clothes, or your shirt at least, many times back before I got a bad reputation," Turbo chuckled, and quickly buttoned Felix's shirt. As he did, he remembered waking up in it. Had he had one of those shirts under his pillow? Now that he thought about it, he probably was sappy enough to do that. He smiled at that particular fond memory of his youthful sappiness. And the cause of it all was standing right in front of him.
Well that chapter ended suddenly. I got to that point and thought 'yep, that's a good place to end it.' Some missing scenes in here, might write them someday. And yeah, I call the twins Jet and Flash and I ship them. They may appear in later memories or a separate fic. We shall see. Now for reviews.
2013: Now, if I told you, it wouldn't be much of a secret now, would it?
m: As usual, aww, thankyou. You make me feel so happy, your reviews are always so cute.