"I could get used to waking up like this every morning." Turbo's words, spoken so clearly without any hint of a lisp, made Felix feel both guilty and also slightly good. But feeling good also made his guilt intensify- here he was, lying in bed with a guy who he'd once woken up to every morning, while his current dynamite gal was sleeping (or possibly awake, he hadn't slept with her yet so couldn't know for sure) over in her game.
He finally had to look at something other than the ceiling or carpet or wallpaper, and finally the first thing Felix's eyes fell upon was the ex-racer lying beside him. Turbo looked happier and more relaxed than he had since the first night Felix had rescued him from the Fungeon. His hair was characteristically messy, both from sleep and from the events that had occurred prior to sleep. Felix could still feel the crescent-shaped marks from where Turbo had clawed his back in the passion of the moment, they burned slightly as he blushed.
Last night had been a mistake. So why had it felt so good?
"If I'd known that getting a new outfit would make this happen, I would've done it as soon as I got out of that Fungeon," Turbo added, reaching out a hand and sliding it over Felix's bare chest.
"Honestly, I don't think Surge would've let you into Litwak's Laptop when you were first freed. He barely let you into Tappers," Felix reminded him, rolling over and looking at him. Turbo's golden eyes seemed to hold some kind of happiness at this action. Felix had to suppress a sigh. He'd been trying so hard not to lead him on, but now it looked like all of his efforts had been for nothing. Turbo was clearly infatuated with him. He had to fix this, even if it would mean that he had to break someone's heart to do so.
While Turbo had been intending to go elsewhere during the day as he did every game day, today looked like it was going to be another day of staying cooped up in the penthouse. Even going to the bathroom to clean up had been somewhat painful. Then again, he supposed, not having sex for some twenty-odd years would make it more painful. It was like his first time all over again.
Oh, but it had been so worth it! Having Felix on him, in him, had felt so wonderful that at the time the pain hadn't even registered. All he'd felt was pleasure, the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt. His hands couldn't possibly compete with that. He'd finally got what he'd wanted.
Felix must have warned Ralph to not wreck anything near the penthouse, at least if the lack of falling bricks there was any indication. But, then again, maybe there were just a lot of bad gamers playing the game that day. As it was, the wrecking was confined to the bottom few floors.
"Turbo, I'm going on a date with Tamora tonight," Felix announced when he finally walked back into the bedroom. "Don't wait up for me because I might not even be home tonight." Turbo knew exactly what Felix was insinuating.
"Oh, so you sleep with me one night but then go fuck that other woman the next night? I see how it is," Turbo huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. Beside him, Skittles mirrored his action by crossing his front hooves.
"It's not like that at all," Felix protested, frowning at the candy animal dirtying his sheets for probably the third night in a row.
"Yes it is!" Turbo replied, and attempted to storm from the room but only managed one stomp before remembering that he was in state to be throwing a tantrum. Flopping back on the bed, he growled and stared at the ceiling until Skittles broke him out of it by licking his face. Only then did he let a smile creep across his features, but by then Felix had turned the shower on. It was so hard to resist the temptation to go in and join him, but he was trying to be mad at him.
Moping around the penthouse hadn't been in Turbo's plans for the evening, but it was what he ended up doing anyway. The bed reminded him too much of the night before and of what he was surely missing out on tonight. A small, bitter part of him wanted to go take Skrillex up on his offer to have a fun night, but there were many reasons why that would be a bad idea. Chief among those was that he didn't want to make himself hurt any more than he already did. At last, he fell asleep in sheets that still smelled of Felix and sex- two scents that he enjoyed immensely.
There had been a time many years back when Turbo had awoken to sunlight shining through the game front every morning. And now it seemed as though this would be a part of his routine again.
Rising from the bed, he stretched and walked over to the window of the penthouse. It was still a little chilly, so he wrapped the thick curtain around himself. Though he couldn't see the train station from here, he still waited for Felix's return. He'd be here soon, surely.
Behind him, Skittles munched on the flowers that sat in a vase on the bedside table.
"Skittles, don't eat them, they're real plants. Not candy," Turbo warned him, but his pet seemed to be too hungry to care. "You'll be kicking yourself later when you have a stomach ache."
At last, Felix appeared. He walked towards the apartment with a spring in his step, apparently not seeing Turbo standing in the window. Turbo frowned at his happy disposition.
"Looks like someone got some last night," he commented without turning around when he heard the door open.
"Turbo..." Felix replied, his frown evident in his voice. "Come out from behind those curtains."
"Why? So I can see how happy you are that you thlept with thomeone elthe?" Turbo asked, turning around and wrapping himself up further in the curtains. He wiped his teary eyes on the curtain, cursing himself for crying.
"Turbo, please, just listen to what I'm trying to say to you," Felix pleaded, walking to him and placing a hand on Turbo's chest. The racer fumed but was unable to move, wrapped too tightly in the curtain.
"Only if you promise not to tell anyone that I was crying," Turbo bargained. Felix nodded, causing him to relax and attempt to untangle himself from the curtain. It didn't work and instead he fell, taking the curtain rod down with him and landing beneath the thick fabric with a muffled curse.
Felix helped him out from beneath the curtain, smiling at Turbo's clumsiness.
"I'd expect Ralph to wreck parts of the room, not you," he joked. Try as he might, Turbo couldn't stay angry at him after that. Instead, he laughed.
"So what did you want to say to me?" he asked, regaining his composure and taking a seat on the lounge where he'd shared ice cream with Felix so long ago.
"Just that you're better in bed than her," Felix admitted, his face flushing darkly. He hadn't imagined saying something like that before, but it was true. And besides, it certainly made Turbo happy.
"So does that mean that you'll sleep with me more now?" Turbo asked hopefully.
"Turbo, why didn't you sleep with Skrillex?" Felix asked instead. Turbo frowned in confusion.
"Because I only wanted to sleep with you," he replied easily. "Didn't I tell you that before?"
"Really? Because he told me differently," Felix smiled. Now Turbo remembered and blushed at the memory. He'd sounded so sappy when he'd said it.
"Oh, did he now?" Turbo asked, his voice trembling slightly along with his hands. Felix knew how he felt now, although he hadn't exactly been keeping it a secret in the first place.
"Yeah, he said that you wouldn't sleep with him because you loved me too much," Felix responded. He at least had the audacity to blush as he said that.
"But what does that have to do with why you won't sleep with me again?" Turbo asked, almost demanding the answer.
"If I did that, knowing how you felt about me, I'd be leading you on," Felix rationalised. "I don't wanna do that to you. I'm already hurting you enough just being with Tammy."
"So break up with her," Turbo shrugged as if it was easy. Of course, in his eyes, it was easy. "Be with me instead."
"If I did that, I'd be hurting myself and her," Felix informed him. "Other people have feelings, Turbo, not just you."
"I guess," Turbo shrugged, looking at his feet. "At least now I know I have something that she doesn't, though." He smiled at that. It was a small victory, but nevertheless a good one.