GREASEBALL

[send in asks or rp requests! ok with almost everything, including NSFW]

[ruinmemes]

CARING SENTENCE STARTERS 

for muses that need a little love. 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

[rpmemes-vv]

♤Les Misérables Act One, pt. 1♤

[sentence starters]

" What have I done? Sweet jesus, what have I done? "

" I feel my shame inside me like a knife. "

" At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing. "

" Yes, it's true there's a child and the child is my daughter and her father abandoned us leaving us flat. "

" I dreamed, that love would never die. "

" He slept a summer by my side, he filled my days with endless wonder. "

" I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living. "

" Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. "

" Don't touch me, leave me alone! "

" You're no grander than the rest of us. "

" Don't they know they're making love to one already dead? "

" Let's have no more explanations, save your breath and save your tears. "

" Show me some way to help you! "

" Yes, you were there and turned aside. "

" I never did no wrong. "

" If there's a God above, he'd let me die instead. "

" If I speak, I am condemned... If I stay silent, I am damned! "

" Who am I? "

" How can I ever face myself again? "

" Come to me and rest against my shoulder! "

" There's a darkness which comes without a warning. "

" For God's sake, please stay 'till I am sleeping. "

" Men like you can never change. "

" I'm the price you had to pay. "

" My race is not yet run. "

" I swear to you, I will be there. "

" There is a castle on a cloud, I like to go there in my sleep. "

" Enough of that or I'll forget to be nice. "

" But nothing gets you nothing, everything has got a little price. "

" I used to dream that I would meet a prince but God Almighty have you seen what happened since? "

" Thinks he's quite a lover but there's not much there. "

" From now on I will always be there. "

[greaseball-thediesel]

@engine-of-the-future

It wasn’t very usual of Greaseball to be the one approaching the other if the want for any fun time was needed. Not likely at all. Especially considering the fact that it always was Electra visiting the diesel but not the other way around. Though, that day it was different. Loudly knocking on the electric’s front door, GB waited for someone to open, hands placed in his hips. It was almost as if he had planned all of this, his hair perfectly styled and the scent from his aftershave, as he had previously showered and shave, thickly surrounding him. Almost as if he had done all of this for Electra. But that surely would be an absurd thing to believe!

[electricengine]

Electra was half asleep on his couch when a loud knock on the front door rapidly snapped him out of it, for a moment almost afraid. He gave a slightly frustrated sigh as he sat up and got off of the couch. Whoever was visiting better have a good reason to. He paused in the hallway to look in the mirror, not surprised at all to see that he looked presentable, even if he’d been halfway asleep just a few moments before. The engine brushed a stray hair away from his forehead and then proceeded to unlock the front door and swiftly pull it open. Electra blinked as he saw who stood there. “Greaseball?” He asked, a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine was actually quite relived when Electra was the one to open the door and not any of his servants..? They were called components, right? Anyways… For a silent moment, GB just watched the other closely from head to toe, he then gave a small nod and replied “Electra.” as a greeting. That was all. Greaseball practically invited himself into the other’s house, simply skating past him inside. It was the first time to be here and he honestly was impressed how huge it was.

[electricengine]

“Yes, you can come inside.” Electra said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as the diesel intruded. He closed the door and then turned to look at the other engine, crossing his arms as both of his eyebrows raised. He didn’t say anything, he just watched the other. The electric was about to ask why in the whole wide world he was here, though he supposed he’d find out sooner or later when Greaseball actually said something, so he stayed quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Quite impressed by his surroundings, Greaseball needed some time to remember why he was actually here but as soon as he did so, he turned around to face Electra and asked: “Are any of your….” He still was unsure how to refer to the components because just saying components would be too easy. “…little friends around right now?”

[electricengine]

It took a second for Electra to realize what Greaseball meant. “You mean my components?… Yes, of course. Why?” That just made Electra even more confused. “Why are you here, Greaseball?” He finally asked, unable to wait for an answer any longer since the diesel seemingly didn’t care to explain.

[greaseball-thediesel]

When hearing that apparently his components were at home, meaning they weren’t alone, the diesel bit his bottom lip. “Because of you, dumbass!” he replied casually. Why else should he be here? Was Electra really that stupid? It wasn’t like there was any other activity than fucking they did together. Greasballl didn’t want to waste any more time and simply pushed the other engine against the next wall. Not all too harshly but gentle was something else. He placed one hand on the wall, right next to Electra’s head and he then watched the electric closely, a smug grin on his lips.

[electricengine]

The electric was just about to retort with something, but being shoved up against a wall cut him off. He just stared at Greaseball for a second after, just a little bit surprised, before an equally smug smile crossed Electra’s face. “You’ve got to be the most smooth engine I’ve ever met in my life, Greaseball.” The electric engine said, an obviously sarcastic tone to his voice. “You’re such a charmer. How do you do it?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Despite the fact that by now he had gotten quite used to Electra and his ways to express things, the sarcastic tone the engine often used was something that still pissed him off. Pissing him off to an extent that it made him want to claim the other even more and make him shut up by that even if it made absolutely no sense to him. “Shut up!” the diesel growled and then leaned in to firmly press his lips onto the electric’s, immediately starting a deep kiss.

[electricengine]

Well, it certainly worked. With a low, pleased hum, Electra returned the kiss, not a hint of hesitation present. He could definitely say that he never disliked it when Greaseball oh-so-rarely kissed him. Though he supposed the rarity of it made it better. Instinctively, the electrics arms slid up Greaseball’s chest only to be draped across his shoulders. It took a lot of willpower not to pull him in closer.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Kissing Electra was something Greaseball knew he somehow wanted to do more often for some weird reason. He wasn't gonna question it. Not now at least. Not wanting to waste time, the diesel began pressing his leg inbetween the other's, knee moving dangerously close to his crotch area. Of course it was intentional that he didn't immediately press up against it. Kinda at least. Greaseball also was fully invested in kissing Electra and trying to stay the dominant one while doing so.

[greaseball-thediesel]

@engine-of-the-future

It wasn’t very usual of Greaseball to be the one approaching the other if the want for any fun time was needed. Not likely at all. Especially considering the fact that it always was Electra visiting the diesel but not the other way around. Though, that day it was different. Loudly knocking on the electric’s front door, GB waited for someone to open, hands placed in his hips. It was almost as if he had planned all of this, his hair perfectly styled and the scent from his aftershave, as he had previously showered and shave, thickly surrounding him. Almost as if he had done all of this for Electra. But that surely would be an absurd thing to believe!

[electricengine]

Electra was half asleep on his couch when a loud knock on the front door rapidly snapped him out of it, for a moment almost afraid. He gave a slightly frustrated sigh as he sat up and got off of the couch. Whoever was visiting better have a good reason to. He paused in the hallway to look in the mirror, not surprised at all to see that he looked presentable, even if he’d been halfway asleep just a few moments before. The engine brushed a stray hair away from his forehead and then proceeded to unlock the front door and swiftly pull it open. Electra blinked as he saw who stood there. “Greaseball?” He asked, a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine was actually quite relived when Electra was the one to open the door and not any of his servants..? They were called components, right? Anyways… For a silent moment, GB just watched the other closely from head to toe, he then gave a small nod and replied “Electra.” as a greeting. That was all. Greaseball practically invited himself into the other’s house, simply skating past him inside. It was the first time to be here and he honestly was impressed how huge it was.

[electricengine]

“Yes, you can come inside.” Electra said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as the diesel intruded. He closed the door and then turned to look at the other engine, crossing his arms as both of his eyebrows raised. He didn’t say anything, he just watched the other. The electric was about to ask why in the whole wide world he was here, though he supposed he’d find out sooner or later when Greaseball actually said something, so he stayed quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Quite impressed by his surroundings, Greaseball needed some time to remember why he was actually here but as soon as he did so, he turned around to face Electra and asked: “Are any of your….” He still was unsure how to refer to the components because just saying components would be too easy. “…little friends around right now?”

[electricengine]

It took a second for Electra to realize what Greaseball meant. “You mean my components?… Yes, of course. Why?” That just made Electra even more confused. “Why are you here, Greaseball?” He finally asked, unable to wait for an answer any longer since the diesel seemingly didn’t care to explain.

[greaseball-thediesel]

When hearing that apparently his components were at home, meaning they weren’t alone, the diesel bit his bottom lip. “Because of you, dumbass!” he replied casually. Why else should he be here? Was Electra really that stupid? It wasn’t like there was any other activity than fucking they did together. Greasballl didn’t want to waste any more time and simply pushed the other engine against the next wall. Not all too harshly but gentle was something else. He placed one hand on the wall, right next to Electra’s head and he then watched the electric closely, a smug grin on his lips.

[electricengine]

The electric was just about to retort with something, but being shoved up against a wall cut him off. He just stared at Greaseball for a second after, just a little bit surprised, before an equally smug smile crossed Electra’s face. “You’ve got to be the most smooth engine I’ve ever met in my life, Greaseball.” The electric engine said, an obviously sarcastic tone to his voice. “You’re such a charmer. How do you do it?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Despite the fact that by now he had gotten quite used to Electra and his ways to express things, the sarcastic tone the engine often used was something that still pissed him off. Pissing him off to an extent that it made him want to claim the other even more and make him shut up by that even if it made absolutely no sense to him. "Shut up!" the diesel growled and then leaned in to firmly press his lips onto the electric's, immediately starting a deep kiss.

[greaseball-thediesel]

@engine-of-the-future

It wasn’t very usual of Greaseball to be the one approaching the other if the want for any fun time was needed. Not likely at all. Especially considering the fact that it always was Electra visiting the diesel but not the other way around. Though, that day it was different. Loudly knocking on the electric’s front door, GB waited for someone to open, hands placed in his hips. It was almost as if he had planned all of this, his hair perfectly styled and the scent from his aftershave, as he had previously showered and shave, thickly surrounding him. Almost as if he had done all of this for Electra. But that surely would be an absurd thing to believe!

[electricengine]

Electra was half asleep on his couch when a loud knock on the front door rapidly snapped him out of it, for a moment almost afraid. He gave a slightly frustrated sigh as he sat up and got off of the couch. Whoever was visiting better have a good reason to. He paused in the hallway to look in the mirror, not surprised at all to see that he looked presentable, even if he’d been halfway asleep just a few moments before. The engine brushed a stray hair away from his forehead and then proceeded to unlock the front door and swiftly pull it open. Electra blinked as he saw who stood there. “Greaseball?” He asked, a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine was actually quite relived when Electra was the one to open the door and not any of his servants..? They were called components, right? Anyways… For a silent moment, GB just watched the other closely from head to toe, he then gave a small nod and replied “Electra.” as a greeting. That was all. Greaseball practically invited himself into the other’s house, simply skating past him inside. It was the first time to be here and he honestly was impressed how huge it was.

[electricengine]

“Yes, you can come inside.” Electra said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as the diesel intruded. He closed the door and then turned to look at the other engine, crossing his arms as both of his eyebrows raised. He didn’t say anything, he just watched the other. The electric was about to ask why in the whole wide world he was here, though he supposed he’d find out sooner or later when Greaseball actually said something, so he stayed quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Quite impressed by his surroundings, Greaseball needed some time to remember why he was actually here but as soon as he did so, he turned around to face Electra and asked: “Are any of your….” He still was unsure how to refer to the components because just saying components would be too easy. “…little friends around right now?”

[electricengine]

It took a second for Electra to realize what Greaseball meant. “You mean my components?… Yes, of course. Why?” That just made Electra even more confused. “Why are you here, Greaseball?” He finally asked, unable to wait for an answer any longer since the diesel seemingly didn’t care to explain.

[greaseball-thediesel]

When hearing that apparently his components were at home, meaning they weren't alone, the diesel bit his bottom lip. "Because of you, dumbass!" he replied casually. Why else should he be here? Was Electra really that stupid? It wasn't like there was any other activity than fucking they did together. Greasballl didn't want to waste any more time and simply pushed the other engine against the next wall. Not all too harshly but gentle was something else. He placed one hand on the wall, right next to Electra's head and he then watched the electric closely, a smug grin on his lips.

[greaseball-thediesel]

@engine-of-the-future

It wasn’t very usual of Greaseball to be the one approaching the other if the want for any fun time was needed. Not likely at all. Especially considering the fact that it always was Electra visiting the diesel but not the other way around. Though, that day it was different. Loudly knocking on the electric’s front door, GB waited for someone to open, hands placed in his hips. It was almost as if he had planned all of this, his hair perfectly styled and the scent from his aftershave, as he had previously showered and shave, thickly surrounding him. Almost as if he had done all of this for Electra. But that surely would be an absurd thing to believe!

[electricengine]

Electra was half asleep on his couch when a loud knock on the front door rapidly snapped him out of it, for a moment almost afraid. He gave a slightly frustrated sigh as he sat up and got off of the couch. Whoever was visiting better have a good reason to. He paused in the hallway to look in the mirror, not surprised at all to see that he looked presentable, even if he’d been halfway asleep just a few moments before. The engine brushed a stray hair away from his forehead and then proceeded to unlock the front door and swiftly pull it open. Electra blinked as he saw who stood there. “Greaseball?” He asked, a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine was actually quite relived when Electra was the one to open the door and not any of his servants..? They were called components, right? Anyways… For a silent moment, GB just watched the other closely from head to toe, he then gave a small nod and replied “Electra.” as a greeting. That was all. Greaseball practically invited himself into the other’s house, simply skating past him inside. It was the first time to be here and he honestly was impressed how huge it was.

[electricengine]

“Yes, you can come inside.” Electra said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as the diesel intruded. He closed the door and then turned to look at the other engine, crossing his arms as both of his eyebrows raised. He didn’t say anything, he just watched the other. The electric was about to ask why in the whole wide world he was here, though he supposed he’d find out sooner or later when Greaseball actually said something, so he stayed quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Quite impressed by his surroundings, Greaseball needed some time to remember why he was actually here but as soon as he did so, he turned around to face Electra and asked: "Are any of your...." He still was unsure how to refer to the components because just saying components would be too easy. "...little friends around right now?"

[greaseball-thediesel]

@engine-of-the-future

It wasn’t very usual of Greaseball to be the one approaching the other if the want for any fun time was needed. Not likely at all. Especially considering the fact that it always was Electra visiting the diesel but not the other way around. Though, that day it was different. Loudly knocking on the electric’s front door, GB waited for someone to open, hands placed in his hips. It was almost as if he had planned all of this, his hair perfectly styled and the scent from his aftershave, as he had previously showered and shave, thickly surrounding him. Almost as if he had done all of this for Electra. But that surely would be an absurd thing to believe!

[electricengine]

Electra was half asleep on his couch when a loud knock on the front door rapidly snapped him out of it, for a moment almost afraid. He gave a slightly frustrated sigh as he sat up and got off of the couch. Whoever was visiting better have a good reason to. He paused in the hallway to look in the mirror, not surprised at all to see that he looked presentable, even if he’d been halfway asleep just a few moments before. The engine brushed a stray hair away from his forehead and then proceeded to unlock the front door and swiftly pull it open. Electra blinked as he saw who stood there. “Greaseball?” He asked, a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine was actually quite relived when Electra was the one to open the door and not any of his servants..? They were called components, right? Anyways... For a silent moment, GB just watched the other closely from head to toe, he then gave a small nod and replied "Electra." as a greeting. That was all. Greaseball practically invited himself into the other's house, simply skating past him inside. It was the first time to be here and he honestly was impressed how huge it was.

[greaseball-thediesel]

@engine-of-the-future

It wasn't very usual of Greaseball to be the one approaching the other if the want for any fun time was needed. Not likely at all. Especially considering the fact that it always was Electra visiting the diesel but not the other way around. Though, that day it was different. Loudly knocking on the electric's front door, GB waited for someone to open, hands placed in his hips. It was almost as if he had planned all of this, his hair perfectly styled and the scent from his aftershave, as he had previously showered and shave, thickly surrounding him. Almost as if he had done all of this for Electra. But that surely would be an absurd thing to believe!

[greaseball-thediesel]

68. 39. 53.

68. what advice would you give to your 13 year old self?

..... Don't let that dumb neighbour's kid convince you to eat that chilli pepper.... just don't.

39. what do you want to dress up as for halloween this year?

At Halloween you dress up as a hideous creature so I'd like to dress up as either Rusty or Electra. Haven't made a decision yet.

53. what are your best personality traits?

My muscles.

[cobwebkitten-deactivated2020101]

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1. are you religious?

2. what animal do you think you’re most like?

3. how do you take your coffee?

4. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

5. museum date or aquarium date?

6. do you have any tattoos or piercings? do you want more?

7. favorite fruits?

8. favorite vegetables?

9. i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

10. do you cry a lot?

11. who are your closest friends?

12. have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

13. do you play any video games?

14. did you ever have an emo or scene phase?

15. what color is most of your wardrobe?

16. what do you like to do for fun?

17. what is your biggest fear?

18. name a subject you know a lot about.

19. favorite fictional characters?

20. do you read a lot? what are your favorite books?

21. how would you describe your style?

22. did you have a favorite stuffed animal when you were little? do you still own it?

23. what’s something most people love that you hate?

24. do you think you’re a good singer?

25. who do you live with?

26. favorite desserts?

27. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

28. favorite makeup brands?

29. favorite clothing stores/brands?

30. what was your first job?

31. do you take a lot of naps?

32. what is your favorite part about your body?

33. are you more dominant or more submissive?

34. are you more outgoing or more shy?

35. how tall are you?

36. what is your body type?

37. favorite flower?

38. favorite planet?

39. what do you want to dress up as for halloween this year?

40. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

41. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

42. who is your biggest inspiration?

43. do you have any kinks?

44. do you own any pets?

45. which celebrity do people say you look the most like?

46. do you like sports?

47. have you ever seen a broadway musical?

48. what is your favorite kind of food?

49. would you rather be a fairy or a mermaid?

50. what is your instagram?

51. glossy lips or matte lips?

52. do you like cherry, grape, blue raspberry, watermelon, or green apple jolly ranchers the best?

53. what are your best personality traits?

54. what is your ethnicity?

55. what different hair colors have you had?

56. favorite disney princess?

57. favorite album of 2017?

58. have you ever had braces?

59. favorite holiday?

60. post a selfie.

61. are you a good swimmer?

62. do you wear jewelry?

63. can you play any instruments?

64. do you have any siblings?

65. are your grandparents still alive? how old are they?

66. who knows the most about you?

67. are you a more quiet person or do you talk a lot?

68. what advice would you give to your 13 year old self?

69. how many pillows do you sleep on?

70. ask any question you’d like.

[electricengine]

@greaseball-thediesel

The electric engine felt almost a little dizzy, his breathing still slightly unsteady due to the past.. straining activities with the diesel who was currently laying next to him. Electra shuffled his legs a little and used his forearms to push himself up into a half-sitting position. He didn’t know wether to like or dislike the current silence, which was only filled with the quiet sound of heavy breathing. Electra side-eyed the fellow engine before not-so-subtly shuffling a little closer. Unsurprisingly, the electric had gotten the sudden urge to cuddle. Which wasn’t unusual, he always wanted to do that after sex. But typically with Greaseball, no matter how hard he tried, Electra got shoved away with a hand to the face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Letting out a low sigh, GB ran one hand through his messy hair, debating on whether he immediately wanted to get out of bed or stay for a little while longer. The sex was good, yes. It always was. But the diesel barely even wasted a thought to do anything besides that. Though, as he noticed Electra shuffling closer, the engine glanced at the other, raising one brow. He wasn’t exactly sure what the other wanted but for some reason Greaseball didn’t exactly feel like wanting to get up now, nor did he mind the electric getting closer. He was just totally…. relaxed. “You good?” the diesel spoke, almost sounding amused and voice a little slurred from the earlier intake of alcoholic liquid.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having not expected Greaseball to say anything. Why was unclear. “Yes, very~” The electric instantly drawled, moving even closer as he turned his head to look at GB. An almost smug looking smile crossed his face and swiftly, Electra moved onto his side so he could face Greaseball fully. “What about you?” He asked, mirrorig the diesel engine and raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. Oh, how Electra wanted to touch Greaseball, and even in his drunken state the electric did realize what a… strange urge that was. And it wasn’t anything sexual either! The engine just craved physical contact. He blamed it on the alcohol, like usual.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only answer Greaseball gave was a low hum as he removed his glance from the other engine once more. Something about Electra was almost making him…. feel something..? Well something else than lust. On any other day, GB would have already left the electric’s side again. Would have put some clothes on. At least. But not today. The diesel cleared his throat and with a bit of effort he turned onto his side aswell, eyeing Electra with a sceptical glance. He reached out with one hand, cupping the other’s chin with one hand, gently brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Why exactly he was doing this? He had no clue at all.

[electricengine]

The electric smiled a bit wider at that, reaching up and placing his hand over Greaseball’s. He didn’t know what to say, but he also didn’t know if it was even necessary to speak. Perhaps this was just good enough. Absentmindedly, Electra shuffled a little bit closer again. Why was Greaseball so pretty? Why was this allowed? It couldn’t be. The diesel had to be breaking some type of law. It was only logical. Slowly, Electra begun stroking the back of Greaseball’s hand with his thumb, his smile broadening once more. Why was this so nice?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Now that Electra was so close to him, GB barely had any chance but to admit to himself that he wholeheartedly approved of it. This was new. And he could probably blame it on the alchohol but that didn’t make it less wrong. Greaseball didn’t feel like speaking either. Not at all. And his expression was strangely.. soft. Not judging nor any sort of negative emotion showing off. No, it was a genuine soft expression. Still, he soon removed his hand again, silently laying there and staring at the electric engine in front of him looking incredibly but also scaringly… gorgeous….? Wow, that was one gay thought. Well done GB. Well done.

[electricengine]

Electra couldn’t help but frown as Greaseball pulled away, insistently scooting closer again. The electric wouldn’t be surprised if this was the closest they’d ever been, excluding any time sex was the main goal. “Why’d you stop?” The electric engine asked. He didn’t know why. Electra seemingly didn’t know why he did anything anymore. His hand moved up to cup the diesel engines cheek, like he’d done before, and it took every single ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss him. Which wasn’t a whole lot at all actually. And it was only weakened more by the fact that the electric was the opposite of sober.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The question did surprise GB but he didn’t mind. “Dunno.” was everything he replied, not really putting much effort in holding a proper conversation while on the other hand it was the plain truth. He had no clue what he was doing and why after all. This was probably why the two of them never had sex while being drunk. It would only lead to weird things. And this definetly was weird. Should GB care? Probably. Did he? No. Feeling the electric’s hand on his cheek instantly made the smallest smile appear on his lips, his engine lightly purring at the affection he received. Starlight, he was weak! Especially considering Greaseball usually disliked affectionate touching after sex. Or in literally any other situation. The diesel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts which was totally impossible. Starlight, he was absolutely drunk.

[electricengine]

Electra was surprised as well. But for another reason. Greaseball… didn’t… slap his hand away? “Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” Electra snickered, softly caressing the others cheek as he spoke. Why he was finding this amusing was beyond him. Maybe he was just shocked. The electric pursed his lips, pondering wether he should do something more. GB wasn’t rejecting this small touch. Why not push his luck? At least they would have gotten somewhere. Electra released a soft of pleased hum and gently begun caressing further down, towards the other engines neck, sometimes crossing his shoulder. He did it more to see if GB would let him more than anything else.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel didn’t move an inch, simply enjoying what was offered to him. And that was the electric’s gentle touch which he surprisingly very much appreciated in this moment. “I am, yes.” he replied, a rather playful smirk crossing his lips. Still not moving, GB curiously eyed Electra’s hand moving further down before looking back up to the electric himself. The purr of his own engine by now was more than just audible and Greaseball eventually released an ever so quiet groan. All of this just felt really great.

[electricengine]

“I’m glad.” Did Greaseball care? Probably not. Electra released a dainty sigh, simply because he could, and continued to move his hand. Eventually, the electric engines hand had become simply one finger, which he was trailing down Greaseball’s arm until he found the other engines hand. Electra didn’t hesitate to hold it, his smile broadening once more. His eyes flicked down to look at both of their hands before returning to GB’s face. The electric felt quite proud of himself right now, and it only made him want more.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel’s glance followed Electra’s and with raised brows he eyed their joined hands. He didn’t know… what to think. Actually, nothing made sense to him in that moment but then again he didn’t feel the need to complain or back off either. …So why not just go with it..?! GB looked back up to the electric with an unreadable expression. The engine hesitated but then leaned in to peck the other’s lips. When he backed off again, his expression hadn’t changed. Greaseball rather licked his own lips, as if having to decided whether he liked the kissing part or not.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having instantly forgotten his previous plan after that. A… Kiss. A chaste one at that. Greaseball had to be wasted by now. He didn’t know how to react to that action, simply staring at the diesel in front of himself and holding his hand a little tighter. Perhaps GB had just broken him, yes, that sounded reasonable. After all, the kiss was not. So… Electra was struggling to comprehend it. Struggling so hard, in fact, that he suddenly blurted out a, “Why did you do that?” Oh, Starlight… That sounded stupid. He could hear it in his own voice.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine’s lips parted as if he was about to give a reply to the other’s quetsion but no word at all left his mouth. No, GB actually seemed confused himself. He was drunk indeed but now he actually what he had done just a second ago. Riiiight. He probably wasn’t supposed to do that. That was some affectionate shit that went beyond fucking and this wasn’t what he usually used Electra for. Clearing his throat, Greaseball tried to sound as casual as possible. “Well if ya didn’t like it then uhh- Well then I’ve achieved what I wanted. Yes.” The diesel gave a small nod and eyed Electra.

[electricengine]

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Really, Greaseball should have known better. Electra? Not liking affection? What was GB? Stupid?… Well…. Yes… But still! The engine leaned in a little closer, the two engines noses practically touching by now. “In fact, I felt the complete opposite.” He gave the diesel a quick kiss before moving back to his normal spot again. If he got a rise out of the fellow engine by doing that, that’d be hilarious. If the fellow engine liked it as much as Electra did, that’d be even better.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball barely gave any reaction at all. He simply rested on the spot, not making any sound like he had done earlier already. Electra liked it. Good. And.. if he was completely honest.. He didn’t dislike it…? “Well..” he mumbled after a while and shoot his glance back down to their still joined hands. All of this was so awkward. Why did he let this happen?! He had just wanted a good fuck! But soon the diesel realised that he was too drunk and too exhausted to actually care that much. Why not enjoy what was offered to him?! “Fuck it..” he spoke quietly and then leaned over the electric engine a little to properly kiss him.

[electricengine]

Electra let out a hum which was a blend between surprise and appreciation. That was the last thing the electric had expected to be honest. Though, his surprise didn’t stop him from eagerly returning the kiss as the smile on his face spread. Wether it was a happy smile or a smug one was unclear. Perhaps it was both. He leaned in a little closer, the hand holding Greaseball’s giving a small squeeze, before pulling back. “You’re quite the good kisser.” Electra commented. Of course, they’d kissed a few times before, but this really wasn’t the same thing. No, not at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I know.” he replied, a small smile on his lips before he leaned back in to kiss Electra yet again. This was……. surprisingly nice. Absolutely. Though, what surprised the diesel was that by no means did he feel up for another round of sex. He usually always was. Especially when kisisng. But this was…. different. Still, he was unsure whether he’d regret this the next morning or not. And yet there was only one way to find out. A very quiet groan emitted from Greaseball which he gladly released into their kiss. This was good. Yes. Somehow.

[electricengine]

One of the electric engines hands moved to cup Greaseball’s cheek. Well, this certainly wasn’t bad. And Electra certainly wasn’t complaining. No, of course not. He was quite surprised at the sound that left the diesel engine but he quickly reciprocated it by letting out a moan. Eventually, he begun deepening the kiss, tilting his head to the side just a little bit. Electra started pondering if he was even awake right now. This was probably just some strange dream, right?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t quite believe how much he had actually missed this. He hadn’t been in an actual relationship for such a long time and therefore never really had any actual affectionate contact to another train. It always was plain fucking. But this… It was different. As Electra deepened the kiss, the diesel was unable to hide how invested he got into this kiss. He never wanted it to end. It was so so good. Being so close to the electric was good. Yes. Breaking the kiss for a moment to breathe, GB couldn’t help but stare into those beautiful eyes and– “Damn!” he choked out under his breath. He should really stop these gay thoughts.

[electricengine]

A sigh escaped the electric as soon as the kiss ended, one hand caressing the other engines cheek now. He quirked a brow as Greaseball swore, uttering a, “Is something wrong?” He really hoped that the diesel hadn’t regretted his choices right now, because the last thing Electra wanted to do was stop. After all, kissing Greaseball was more than nice. It was wonderful. Which was a slight surprise to him, if he’d be honest. Still, a very pleasant one.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Yes- I-I mean. No. Of course not. What should be wrong?” The diesel cleared his throat and his usual serious expression returned to his face. As if being uncertain what to do next, GB laid back down onto his back, crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at the ceiling. Actually, he felt like wanting to continue kissing the electric but he knew it wasn’t right. Should he care? The silence was awkward. Maybe he should talk? “How are you?” he asked, not moving an inch. It was the only thing to say that came up in his stupid mind right now.

[electricengine]

Electra frowned a little bit as Greaseball moved off of him, pushing himself up a little with his forearms, he looked to the other engine. And then a confused expression crossed his face. What in the world was going on in that diesels head? “I’m… Fine. But you’re obviously not.” The electric didn’t make a move to come closer, he didn’t move at all. “Are you absolutely sure everything’s okay?” Electra didn’t know if this was the appropriate or okay thing to do, questioning GB this much.. But for some reason he felt like he had to… Like he cared about how Greaseball felt.

[greaseball-thediesel]

A groan emitted from Greaseball and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples. “I’m good.” He then removed his hands again and looked at Electra, unsure what exactly to do or say. “I just-” God, this alchohol was making him do and say silly things and he should probably just leave. Wait, this was his own house. Well he could leave anyways. But he’d have to put clothes on first and then- He’d have to get Electra to leave? But he actually didn’t want this and.. This was by far too exhausting. He’d just stay in bed. With Electra. Right. “I just haven’t done this in a long time.” He groaned again. Out of frustration.

[electricengine]

“It’s okay.” Electra said simply, laying back down with a nearly inaudible sigh. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about something like this. It was bound to happen eventually. “I can leave if you want me to.” The electric engine looked away. He’d been stupid to get his hopes up- No. You didn’t get your hopes up for anything. Electra got the sudden urge to apologize. But, of course, he didn’t. That’d be stupid. There was nothing to apologize for. Plus, he’d just look dumb doing it. Best staying quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel was silent for a short moment before speaking up. “No.” he spoke, almost whispering. “Don’t leave.” Greaseball still didn’t dare to look at Electra next to him, his mind being filled with all kind of questions and worries. This wasn’t… okay. He cleared his throat. “You know.. fucking is one thing. I’m good at that. But this…? I’m not sure if I’m–” What even wasn’t he sure of?! The engine had no clue.

[electricengine]

Electras eyebrows furrowed. “What are you not sure about?- Like… If you want this?” The engine guessed, eyes fixated on another part of the room. It sounded reasonable. “Whatever it is, Greaseball, it’s okay…” Had GB even come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to… Well… The same gender? Was that the issue??- The electric didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to upset the other. GB would talk about it if he wanted to.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Sorta…?” It probably was his drunkness which allowed him to talk to Electra this freely but it somehow felt relieving. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the diesel sighed. “You make everything seem so easy when it actually…. isn’t…? It’s frustrating!” It was almost like GB tried to blame the other for something he wasn’t responsible for. It wasn’t the electric’s fault that he had a problem with his sexuality but Greaseball was still Greaseball so there had to be some sort of… tension. Still, he didn’t want to be mean. That wasn’t his intention. He just was… frustrated.

[electricengine]

“Make what seem easy?” The engine finally turned to look at Greaseball again. “Being myself?” He quirked a brow at the Union Pacific and then paused before saying anything else. “It’s just something you have to get used to. Yourself that is. Not exactly like you can change who you are.” Electra turned away again. He didn’t want to lecture GB about this stuff. But he also just wanted to help him. It felt frustrating.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Don’t you understand that this is not who I am?!” Greaseball looked back at Electra, expression extremely serious. “I was never supposed to be this way and I never expected to be this way. I can’t just….. accept this and be all happy with my life like this.” By now, the diesel simply felt helpless. Vulnerable even. He hated this. He actually craved some… comfort…? Letting out a frustrated sigh, he looked back up to the ceiling. “Why am I even… telling you all of this?! It’s not like you’d understand..”

[electricengine]

“It obviously is who you are!” He sat up entirely, turning his body to stare at Greaseball. “Darling, there’s nothing you can do about it! You have to at least try and understand that maybe even if you didn’t expect it or wasn’t supposed to be like this, you are. There’s nothing wrong with being who you are.” The electric engine moved a little closer. “Trying to… Suppress that, or.. Just flat out denying it will only do you harm. I can promise you that. I’ve heard so many stories of people trying to deal with it like you are and they only became truly happy when they accepted themselves!” Electra knew he’d just said he wasn’t going to lecture GB but he just couldn’t help himself. He felt bad for the other and that he felt that way. The electric engine nearly felt like it was his fault… Since he’d been the one enabling all of this.

[greaseball-thediesel]

He couldn’t help but stare up at Electra once the other had sat up. It was the alchohol. It must be the alchohol. But when hearing the engine’s words, there was actually some sort of… pain… GB felt..? He knew he was telling the truth. And this was what hurt the most. Without noticing it, the diesel engine’s eyes slightly teared up, words unable to leave his lips. He didn’t know what to say anyways. He was being pathetic. In front of Electra. Great. “I just…. can’t. I-I’m sorry..” Greaseball’s voice was quiet, a whisper almost. He knew he’d never be able to accept this side of him. It just wasn’t supposed to be that way.

[electricengine]

As soon as Electra noticed the tears forming in Greaseball’s eyes, he could feel his heart shattering. “Oh- Darling, no, please don’t cry!” He instantly wrapped his arms around the diesel engine, not caring if the other protested or not. He was going to hold the other until he stopped crying, the electric had decided. And perhaps a little longer after that. Electra would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel himself tearing up a little as well. He couldn’t help but feel emotional. And the alcohol certainly didn’t help. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. I should have never brought any of this up in the first place-” He gave the diesel a small squeeze. “I’m sorry-..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

At first there was a troubling feeling inside of him when Electra hugged him but actually… It didn’t feel bad. Not at all. It was.. comforting. And so Greaseball soon found himself holding on to the electric engine, eyes pressed shut, trying as hard as he could not to lose control all too much. He couldn’t. The diesel was obviously tensed up, not relaxing at all. “It’s not your fault!” he managed to get out, a quiet sob escaping aswell in that process. The hold he got on Electra grew a bit firmer, a bit more desperate. “Don’t leave-”

[electricengine]

“I won’t, darling, I promise..” Electra held onto the diesel like his life depended on it. And it really felt like it did. The engine did still feel like it was his fault, but he decided to not mention that. In fact, the electric didn’t feel like talking at all. Mostly since he was much too busy focusing on crying as silently as possible. And that was quite the straining task. It still felt good for him, to hug GB. He’d never done it before in his life. And even though their first hug wasn’t exactly during the most wonderful of times, he was still glad that he’d managed to get somewhere with him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It felt like hours they rested like this and eventually, yeah.. eventually Greaseball managed to calm down a little and relax. Relax into Electra’s embrace. Burying his face to the other engine, his breathing pattern slowed down again. It felt strangely good to hug someone like this. To hug Electra like this. Even if he had never done it before. It was soothing. And he felt sorta… secure. There was an ever so quiet whimper escaping his lips and GB couldn’t help but hate himself even more because of it.

[electricengine]

The electric engine didn’t know what to say now. He didn’t even know if there was anything appropriate to say now. He wanted to ask if GB was feeling any better but he wasn’t crying anymore so that was an obvious yes. Slowly, Electra managed to manoeuvre them back down onto the bed so that they were laying. This was nice. If Electra wasn’t worrying about GB so much, he could’ve probably fallen asleep like this. A sudden thought struck Electra, and it took every ounce if willpower in his body not to say it out loud. He knew it was true, but he knew he shouldn’t say it. Not now. Maybe it was obvious? Perhaps. Electra didn’t know. All he did know is that he shouldn’t tell GB yet. Yet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball baiscally cuddled on to the electric engine, hiding his face in his chest. He wasn’t exactly sure if he felt relieved because he finally got those thoughts out or if he should feel extremely troubled due to his still lasting problem with his life situation. Eventually, he soon spoke up quietly, not yet feeling the need to move or distance himself from Electra. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I-I know we haven’t always but– Sorry.”

[electricengine]

“It’s okay, Greaseball. Don’t worry..” Electra slowly begun stroking the others back, his eyes closing for a moment. “Just try and relax for now… I don’t want you-.. working yourself up again..” The electric pulled the fellow diesel a little bit closer to himself, his grip around the other never loosening. The last thing Electra wanted was to let go of Greaseball, that he was sure about. And for many reasons too.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The big diesel released a shaky breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He felt so sick. And stupid. Useless even. Soon Greaseball had fully relaxed into Electra’s embrace, his breathing slow. Silently he was wondering what actually happened that he ended up like this. Never had he experienced such a massive outburst of emotions. If his father could see him like this, he’d be dead and his mother– The engine tensed up again, a small sound emitting from him, sounding almost scared.

[electricengine]

Electra tried his best not to release a relieved sigh as he felt Greaseball relax in his arms, he himself finally calming down as well. Though that didn’t last very long and as soon as he sensed that Greaseball had.. upset himself again, a small hush emitted from Electra as he once again begun stroking GB’s back. “Relax, darling.. I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about..” The electric didn’t know wether or not his attempts at helping the diesel actually worked or not but he figured it was better to try than not do it at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

And again, Electra made it sound so easy. So welcoming almost. Greaseball was exhausted. He wanted to relax. He really did. But he also knew that the electric engine couldn’t stay forever. “I’m trying…” he mumbled quietly, a shaky sigh emitting from him. The electric’s hand on his back felt.. nice. Very soothing. He didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. “For.. how much longer can you stay…?” GB suddenly asked in a careful manner. Electra had an own home and a bunch of trucks waiting for him, he surely had better things to do than comfort a big crying dumbass.

[electricengine]

“For however long you want me to.” Electra replied, his voice low. It felt strange to prioritize Greaseball over his own components, but right now, they could wait. They were all fine and happy. GB was… Not. It was true, that the electric engine would stay for as much time needed. Electra still couldn’t believe that he.. Actually cares. That he felt more than just attraction to Greaseball. Or.. well… More than sexual attraction. “For how long do you want me to stay, dear?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Carefully, Greaseball looked up to Electra for a short moment before removing his eyes from the other’s face again, feeling all vulnerable. “I don’t know.” he replied, instinctively trying to get a bit closer to the electric even if that was completely impossible. “Long…?” Well yeah that wasn’t really a useful reply. And it sounded more like a question. But it was everything he could think of.

[electricengine]

“What a specific answer.” Electra smiled, moving one of his hands up to Greaseball’s face so that he could stroke the said engines cheek. “I can do that, sure.” He moved closer to the other and it took probably every ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss the Union Pacific. He knew it was probably not the right moment, but it was still so tempting.

[greaseball-thediesel]

An agreeing hum emitted from Greaseball. He still struggled to actually thank somebody else for something, no matter what it was. It wasn’t like he wasn’t grateful. He just wasn’t good at showing or saying that. The diesel hated to not be good at something. It upset him. Perhaps he would be able to thank Electra in a different way? The electric liked sex, right? If it was sex that he wanted for putting up with him, GB would do that. Looking back at the fellow engine, an exhausted expression on his face, the diesel was unsure what to do next.

[electricengine]

Okay, yeah, that was it. Electra for some reason just couldn’t hold back anymore. Even if Greaseball had.. looked better at other occasions, the electric engine didn’t care. It definitely was not enough to stop him from closing she space inbetween their lips and giving the diesel engine a kiss. Instantly, a relieved feeling spread throughout his body. GB was still not a bad kisser, that’s for sure.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t help but kiss back. It just was an instinctive reaction and after all he wanted to show Electra that he was grateful. He wasn’t exactly able to reciprocate the kiss as intensely as he maybe wanted to but he tried his best. Basically forcing out a quiet moan, the diesel pressed himself closer to the electric, immediately trying to deepen the kiss.

[electricengine]

The engine let out a pleased hum at that, his arms moving to wrap around the diesels neck. This was nice. It almost felt comforting. A couple of more seconds passed before Electra ended the kiss with a dainty sigh. In an instant, a smile crossed his face. “I’m surprised that you kiss just as good while being an emotional wreck.” He released a small laugh. “Can’t say the same about myself..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

An ever so small smile appearing on his face, Greaseball simply placed another kiss to Electra’s lips, one hand resting on the other engine’s hip. His fingers very lightly dug into his skin, then almost carefully he let his hand stroke Electra’s side, finally going further down to rest closer to his rear. GB wasn’t exactly sure what he was planning on doing. He’d let the electric engine decide. “Guess I can’t contradict..” the diesel mumbled softly.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a sort of moan into the kiss. He had a hint as to what Greaseball was getting at and honestly, Electra didn’t mind very much. On the contrary, actually. He encouraged it. And to let the diesel know that, he deepened the kiss just a bit and arched his back. If Electra were to be honest, he hadn’t expected the situation to come to this. But, if it made Greaseball feel any better, and he certainly hoped that it would, the electric would comply.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It wasn’t like GB was totally in the mood for sex but it was definetly a distraction. A distraction which also could be quite… entertaining. Well it wasn’t certainly better than more alchohol. Alchohol this night had been a big mistake anyways. Glancing at the electric with a kinda indecisive expression, the diesel went in for another kiss. It was a soft one. None of his usual dominating behaviour seemed to show through and it was almost like he didn’t feel like wanting to take control. It probably was the exhaustion. Or something else. Who was supposed to know after all that happened?!

[electricengine]

Electra most certainly noticed that look in GB’s eyes as he once more was kissed. That made the electric hesitate just a little. He still returned the kiss but he ended it a little quicker than was necessary. Electra actually.. didn’t know what to say… He just once more gently caressed the diesels cheek. Perhaps they should… save this for later. Mostly since he could tell the other engine wasn’t.. one hundred percent for this. Still, the electric engine smiled softly. “You look exhausted.” He commented.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I’m not.” Greaseball immediately replied, a more than necessary serious tone to his deep voice and an almost disappointing look on his face. Electra clearly wanted this but felt like he couldn’t get it because apparently the diesel looked too exhausted. This wasn’t what he had planned. He wanted to please Electra not make him feel like he was being too forward. “I’m good.” he spoke, not really sounding convincing but still wanting to put some effort into the situation. GB pecked the electric’s lips and then went in to kiss his jaw and then neck.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a deep sigh, getting distracted for just a second before placing his hand on the diesels shoulder. “I don’t believe that~” He said in a nonchalant tone. “You can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little bit tired.” Electra shuffled back a little bit, the smile still very present on his face. “You know, I’m just making sure that you want to do this.” His hand slid off of the Union Pacifics shoulder, down his waist. “Please don’t feel like you have to do this~” His voice was strangely sultry for speaking of something like consent. Perhaps to not make it sound as serious as he was actually being.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra of course was right. Greaseball was indeed tired. But he also was frustrated that he couldn’t just have sex without the other noticing something wasn’t right. After all he wanted to do it for the electric engine. “This isn’t even about what I want..” he mumbled, sighed deeply and then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling again. A frustrated diesel could be quite an annoying burden. They both knew that. But GB felt like he couldn’t change that right now. He was simply too emotional in general.

[electricengine]

The electric engine rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Greaseball, cuddling up to his side with an inaudible sigh and draping an arm across his chest. “Don’t be upset, Greaseball.” Electra looked up to said diesel. “Perhaps we can just.. do it tomorrow.” He smiled at the other. “When you’re in a better mood.” Absentmindedly, Electra begun drawing circles on the diesel engines chest. He didn’t realize since he was much too busy with studying Greaseball’s face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only thing GB released was a small hum. It was impossible to make out whether that was a hum of agreement or disagreement and the fact that the diesel didn’t even move, didn’t make that easier at all. Eventually, he glanced at the other’s finger drawing circles on his chest, causing some sort of warm feeling within him which deeply confused him. Greaseball then looked back at Electra, expresion serious but still somewhat vulnerable. “Fine.” he finally mumbled, having realised he’d be of by far more use for the electric when being in a better mood than right now.

[electricengine]

The electrics smile broadened a little bit more at Greaseball’s agreement and Electra shuffled around to get comfortable. “Good!” He chirped, for some reason feeling quite content like this. He was glad to finally get what he’d wanted in the first place. Cuddling. It didn’t surprise the engine to realize that his eyes had closed, or the tiredness that crossed his mind. He felt like he could pass out right then and there.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was quite obvious that after all his struggles and his emotional outburst, Greaseball tried his best to regain control over himself and did his best to behave like he always would even if that was almost impossible. Clearing his throat, the diesel shuffled a bit as he tried to get comfortable, wrapping an arm around Electra aswell to hold him. “You better last long then tomorrow.” GB commented in a deep tone as he closed his eyes aswell, again taking a deep breath. All of this felt.. comfortable. Strangely comfortable. As if the electric belonged there in his arms.

[electricengine]

“Mm. Promise I will~” Electra gave a small laugh, not being capable of wiping the smile off his face, especially not when he felt GB’s arm around him. This was nice, the electric thought. More than nice. Wonderful! He really did cherish this moment. He cherished Greaseball quite a lot as well! The electric engine could feel himself coming closer and closer to sleep. Electra wouldn’t lie, he was more than a little excited about the following day.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel aswell closed his eyes, finally feeling the tiredness kick in. Instinctively he shuffled a bit more to hold Electra closer and more secure, nestling himself on to the electric engine and releasing a soft yawn. Never had the other stayed over night before but GB honestly didn’t mind one bit. Especially not now when he was so comfortable. “Goodnight…” he mumbled quietly and actually was already close to fall asleep.

[electricengine]

The electric engine slept quite soundly through the entire night, feeling more comfortable than ever. When morning came, though, Electra wasn’t as pleased. He didn’t want to wake up. But his systems practically forced him to. With a disgruntled groan, Electra shuffled around a little and stretched his legs. But he didn’t open his eyes, hoping to just fall back asleep.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra would probably be quite displeased once he’d find out that Greaseball was an early bird. Waking up in the morning, the diesel immediately got up and out of bed but at least he had enough decency to not disturb the electric next to him all too much. Still, it had been quite a pleasing feeling waking up next to someone. Someone warm. He liked that which is why he almost regretted getting up already. Since he was wearing no clothes anyways, GB decided he’d take a quick shower and then.. well he’d see what to do then. Eventually Electra would be awake by then aswell. With a sigh, he skated into the bath and got into the shower, turning the cold water on.

[electricengine]

Electra released a dissatisfied sigh as Greaseball got up, but he didn’t bother to actually say something. He didn’t have the energy. The electric rolled over onto his stomach, face down against the mattress. A pillow over his head certainly helped to shut out the sunlight at least, so that was one good thing. And, even with a little struggle and quite a lot of time, the electric engine managed to drift back asleep, even if he’d preferred to have some company. Electra could deal with it.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Though, Greaseball was quick at taking showers, the engine needed quite a while for everything that came afterwards because of course his hair had to look perfect. All the crying from the night before had also caused the skin around his eyes turn red and the bags under his eyes looked horrible aswell which is why he also made use of some makeup. He had to look presentable. Like always. With the towel wrapped around his hips, the diesel entered his bedroom and noticed the electric still asleep, pillow on top of his head. He watched said for a moment before carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, still observing Electra.

[electricengine]

By the time that the diesel was out of the bathroom, Electra was fast asleep. Though something suddenly disturbed him. It felt like he was being watched. The engine shifted a little in his sleep, upset since he was being woken again, and turned over onto his side. He opened his eyes and could see, even with the pillow half over his head, Greaseball on the bed. With a sigh, Electra gave up on trying to sleep anymore and pushed himself up into a sitting position, the pillow falling off to the side. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Greaseball.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was almost as if the diesel didn’t realise he had been staring at the sleeping engine but now that the other was finally awake, there was no reason in bothering anymore. “Nothing.” GB raised his hands dismissively and looked away with a small sigh. For the first time he got to see Electra in such a…. strangely natural way…? It was weird. But not an unpleasant sight. No, he actually.. liked it. “Don’t you wanna get up aswell at some point?!” the engine asked, almost sounding sorta harsh. It wasn’t because he wanted to be mean but rather because Greaseball wanted to forget this night’s breakdown which is why he tried way too hard to act like always.

[electricengine]

“Of course I do.” Electra rolled his eyes and laid back down, still looking at Greaseball though. “When I feel like it. Which isn’t now.” He snorted, shifting to get comfortable on the bed. “What’s with the attitude, hm?” He asked, raising a brow at the diesel. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” The electric huffed out a small laugh. He didn’t get what Greaseball’s deal was, but it was funny notheless. “Don’t blame you. I’ve certainly slept in better beds than this one.” Another small laugh escaped him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“If it’s so bad, I’m not forcing you to keep laying in it..” Greaseball mumbled, almost seeming as if he was in an overly bad mood.. Which he actually wasn’t. Still, there was soemthing bothering him but he was unable to name what it was. It wasn’t Electra, even if that might come off like that. No. With a deep sigh, the diesel got up from his bed and skated over to his wardrobe, deciding to get dressed. What else was he supposed to do?! He wasn’t exactly in the mood to have an argument with an electric which was weird. This normally caught his interest.

[electricengine]

“Mm. True.” He rolled over, now turning his back to the diesel. Electra not bothering to continue talking to GB since he didn’t seem to be very much up to conversing. Though, he didn’t stay very long laying down on the bed. Since he wasn’t planning on falling back asleep, he threw the covers off of himself and scooted over to the edge of the bed. With a low sigh, he stood up and begun getting dressed. Even though Electra always despised putting on old clothes, there wasn’t any other option.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball hated the silence. But he also hated unnecessary conversation. And he most certainly hadn’t anything to tell. So what was the point in all of this? They didn’t seem to fuck anytime soon, nor did they find anything to talk about. All of this was so useless. And yet, the diesel actually didn’t mind electric’s presence. For some reason. All of this was simply so confusing. GB soon was done getting dressed and then turned around, watching Electra again as he did the same.

[electricengine]

Greaseball was definitely not the only one who disliked the silence. Electra didn’t get why the diesel was acting like this, though, eventually he supposed there was a difference between a drunk Greaseball and a sober one and he really shouldn’t have raised his standards for the diesel. With a sigh, Electra finally finished dressing himself and turned to look at GB. The engine cocked an eyebrow and turned to fully face him, placing both hands on his hips. “What’re you staring at?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

“You, dipshit. Isn’t that obvious?!” Greaseball’s expression was anything but warm and with a slightly annoyed sigh, he headed towards the door, mumbling “I need a drink…” Yes, it was morning and yes, the diesel was still feeling sick from last night’s consume of alchoholic liquids but how else was he supposed to survive all of this?! Before he actually left the room, he turned back around to look at Electra. “Want one aswell?”

[electricengine]

A look of distaste crossed the electric engines face and with a roll of his eyes, he muttered out a, “… Sure.” And then skated forwards, slipping past the diesel and heading towards the kitchen. It probably wasn’t the best for his health to start day drinking again but he honestly didn’t care at the moment. Electra didn’t know why he didn’t care. Whatever, the electric thought.

[greaseball-thediesel]

With an unmotivated expression on his face, the diesel skated into the kitchen, grabbed to glasses and got a bottle of scotch tight out of a cupboard. With a low sigh he then filled the two glasses up and handed one the electric engine before taking a big sip out of his own. Greaseball's brows furrowd and some look of distaste crossed his expression as he swallowed the alchohol but it had to be done.

[electricengine]

@greaseball-thediesel

The electric engine felt almost a little dizzy, his breathing still slightly unsteady due to the past.. straining activities with the diesel who was currently laying next to him. Electra shuffled his legs a little and used his forearms to push himself up into a half-sitting position. He didn’t know wether to like or dislike the current silence, which was only filled with the quiet sound of heavy breathing. Electra side-eyed the fellow engine before not-so-subtly shuffling a little closer. Unsurprisingly, the electric had gotten the sudden urge to cuddle. Which wasn’t unusual, he always wanted to do that after sex. But typically with Greaseball, no matter how hard he tried, Electra got shoved away with a hand to the face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Letting out a low sigh, GB ran one hand through his messy hair, debating on whether he immediately wanted to get out of bed or stay for a little while longer. The sex was good, yes. It always was. But the diesel barely even wasted a thought to do anything besides that. Though, as he noticed Electra shuffling closer, the engine glanced at the other, raising one brow. He wasn’t exactly sure what the other wanted but for some reason Greaseball didn’t exactly feel like wanting to get up now, nor did he mind the electric getting closer. He was just totally…. relaxed. “You good?” the diesel spoke, almost sounding amused and voice a little slurred from the earlier intake of alcoholic liquid.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having not expected Greaseball to say anything. Why was unclear. “Yes, very~” The electric instantly drawled, moving even closer as he turned his head to look at GB. An almost smug looking smile crossed his face and swiftly, Electra moved onto his side so he could face Greaseball fully. “What about you?” He asked, mirrorig the diesel engine and raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. Oh, how Electra wanted to touch Greaseball, and even in his drunken state the electric did realize what a… strange urge that was. And it wasn’t anything sexual either! The engine just craved physical contact. He blamed it on the alcohol, like usual.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only answer Greaseball gave was a low hum as he removed his glance from the other engine once more. Something about Electra was almost making him…. feel something..? Well something else than lust. On any other day, GB would have already left the electric’s side again. Would have put some clothes on. At least. But not today. The diesel cleared his throat and with a bit of effort he turned onto his side aswell, eyeing Electra with a sceptical glance. He reached out with one hand, cupping the other’s chin with one hand, gently brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Why exactly he was doing this? He had no clue at all.

[electricengine]

The electric smiled a bit wider at that, reaching up and placing his hand over Greaseball’s. He didn’t know what to say, but he also didn’t know if it was even necessary to speak. Perhaps this was just good enough. Absentmindedly, Electra shuffled a little bit closer again. Why was Greaseball so pretty? Why was this allowed? It couldn’t be. The diesel had to be breaking some type of law. It was only logical. Slowly, Electra begun stroking the back of Greaseball’s hand with his thumb, his smile broadening once more. Why was this so nice?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Now that Electra was so close to him, GB barely had any chance but to admit to himself that he wholeheartedly approved of it. This was new. And he could probably blame it on the alchohol but that didn’t make it less wrong. Greaseball didn’t feel like speaking either. Not at all. And his expression was strangely.. soft. Not judging nor any sort of negative emotion showing off. No, it was a genuine soft expression. Still, he soon removed his hand again, silently laying there and staring at the electric engine in front of him looking incredibly but also scaringly… gorgeous….? Wow, that was one gay thought. Well done GB. Well done.

[electricengine]

Electra couldn’t help but frown as Greaseball pulled away, insistently scooting closer again. The electric wouldn’t be surprised if this was the closest they’d ever been, excluding any time sex was the main goal. “Why’d you stop?” The electric engine asked. He didn’t know why. Electra seemingly didn’t know why he did anything anymore. His hand moved up to cup the diesel engines cheek, like he’d done before, and it took every single ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss him. Which wasn’t a whole lot at all actually. And it was only weakened more by the fact that the electric was the opposite of sober.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The question did surprise GB but he didn’t mind. “Dunno.” was everything he replied, not really putting much effort in holding a proper conversation while on the other hand it was the plain truth. He had no clue what he was doing and why after all. This was probably why the two of them never had sex while being drunk. It would only lead to weird things. And this definetly was weird. Should GB care? Probably. Did he? No. Feeling the electric’s hand on his cheek instantly made the smallest smile appear on his lips, his engine lightly purring at the affection he received. Starlight, he was weak! Especially considering Greaseball usually disliked affectionate touching after sex. Or in literally any other situation. The diesel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts which was totally impossible. Starlight, he was absolutely drunk.

[electricengine]

Electra was surprised as well. But for another reason. Greaseball… didn’t… slap his hand away? “Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” Electra snickered, softly caressing the others cheek as he spoke. Why he was finding this amusing was beyond him. Maybe he was just shocked. The electric pursed his lips, pondering wether he should do something more. GB wasn’t rejecting this small touch. Why not push his luck? At least they would have gotten somewhere. Electra released a soft of pleased hum and gently begun caressing further down, towards the other engines neck, sometimes crossing his shoulder. He did it more to see if GB would let him more than anything else.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel didn’t move an inch, simply enjoying what was offered to him. And that was the electric’s gentle touch which he surprisingly very much appreciated in this moment. “I am, yes.” he replied, a rather playful smirk crossing his lips. Still not moving, GB curiously eyed Electra’s hand moving further down before looking back up to the electric himself. The purr of his own engine by now was more than just audible and Greaseball eventually released an ever so quiet groan. All of this just felt really great.

[electricengine]

“I’m glad.” Did Greaseball care? Probably not. Electra released a dainty sigh, simply because he could, and continued to move his hand. Eventually, the electric engines hand had become simply one finger, which he was trailing down Greaseball’s arm until he found the other engines hand. Electra didn’t hesitate to hold it, his smile broadening once more. His eyes flicked down to look at both of their hands before returning to GB’s face. The electric felt quite proud of himself right now, and it only made him want more.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel’s glance followed Electra’s and with raised brows he eyed their joined hands. He didn’t know… what to think. Actually, nothing made sense to him in that moment but then again he didn’t feel the need to complain or back off either. …So why not just go with it..?! GB looked back up to the electric with an unreadable expression. The engine hesitated but then leaned in to peck the other’s lips. When he backed off again, his expression hadn’t changed. Greaseball rather licked his own lips, as if having to decided whether he liked the kissing part or not.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having instantly forgotten his previous plan after that. A… Kiss. A chaste one at that. Greaseball had to be wasted by now. He didn’t know how to react to that action, simply staring at the diesel in front of himself and holding his hand a little tighter. Perhaps GB had just broken him, yes, that sounded reasonable. After all, the kiss was not. So… Electra was struggling to comprehend it. Struggling so hard, in fact, that he suddenly blurted out a, “Why did you do that?” Oh, Starlight… That sounded stupid. He could hear it in his own voice.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine’s lips parted as if he was about to give a reply to the other’s quetsion but no word at all left his mouth. No, GB actually seemed confused himself. He was drunk indeed but now he actually what he had done just a second ago. Riiiight. He probably wasn’t supposed to do that. That was some affectionate shit that went beyond fucking and this wasn’t what he usually used Electra for. Clearing his throat, Greaseball tried to sound as casual as possible. “Well if ya didn’t like it then uhh- Well then I’ve achieved what I wanted. Yes.” The diesel gave a small nod and eyed Electra.

[electricengine]

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Really, Greaseball should have known better. Electra? Not liking affection? What was GB? Stupid?… Well…. Yes… But still! The engine leaned in a little closer, the two engines noses practically touching by now. “In fact, I felt the complete opposite.” He gave the diesel a quick kiss before moving back to his normal spot again. If he got a rise out of the fellow engine by doing that, that’d be hilarious. If the fellow engine liked it as much as Electra did, that’d be even better.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball barely gave any reaction at all. He simply rested on the spot, not making any sound like he had done earlier already. Electra liked it. Good. And.. if he was completely honest.. He didn’t dislike it…? “Well..” he mumbled after a while and shoot his glance back down to their still joined hands. All of this was so awkward. Why did he let this happen?! He had just wanted a good fuck! But soon the diesel realised that he was too drunk and too exhausted to actually care that much. Why not enjoy what was offered to him?! “Fuck it..” he spoke quietly and then leaned over the electric engine a little to properly kiss him.

[electricengine]

Electra let out a hum which was a blend between surprise and appreciation. That was the last thing the electric had expected to be honest. Though, his surprise didn’t stop him from eagerly returning the kiss as the smile on his face spread. Wether it was a happy smile or a smug one was unclear. Perhaps it was both. He leaned in a little closer, the hand holding Greaseball’s giving a small squeeze, before pulling back. “You’re quite the good kisser.” Electra commented. Of course, they’d kissed a few times before, but this really wasn’t the same thing. No, not at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I know.” he replied, a small smile on his lips before he leaned back in to kiss Electra yet again. This was……. surprisingly nice. Absolutely. Though, what surprised the diesel was that by no means did he feel up for another round of sex. He usually always was. Especially when kisisng. But this was…. different. Still, he was unsure whether he’d regret this the next morning or not. And yet there was only one way to find out. A very quiet groan emitted from Greaseball which he gladly released into their kiss. This was good. Yes. Somehow.

[electricengine]

One of the electric engines hands moved to cup Greaseball’s cheek. Well, this certainly wasn’t bad. And Electra certainly wasn’t complaining. No, of course not. He was quite surprised at the sound that left the diesel engine but he quickly reciprocated it by letting out a moan. Eventually, he begun deepening the kiss, tilting his head to the side just a little bit. Electra started pondering if he was even awake right now. This was probably just some strange dream, right?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t quite believe how much he had actually missed this. He hadn’t been in an actual relationship for such a long time and therefore never really had any actual affectionate contact to another train. It always was plain fucking. But this… It was different. As Electra deepened the kiss, the diesel was unable to hide how invested he got into this kiss. He never wanted it to end. It was so so good. Being so close to the electric was good. Yes. Breaking the kiss for a moment to breathe, GB couldn’t help but stare into those beautiful eyes and– “Damn!” he choked out under his breath. He should really stop these gay thoughts.

[electricengine]

A sigh escaped the electric as soon as the kiss ended, one hand caressing the other engines cheek now. He quirked a brow as Greaseball swore, uttering a, “Is something wrong?” He really hoped that the diesel hadn’t regretted his choices right now, because the last thing Electra wanted to do was stop. After all, kissing Greaseball was more than nice. It was wonderful. Which was a slight surprise to him, if he’d be honest. Still, a very pleasant one.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Yes- I-I mean. No. Of course not. What should be wrong?” The diesel cleared his throat and his usual serious expression returned to his face. As if being uncertain what to do next, GB laid back down onto his back, crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at the ceiling. Actually, he felt like wanting to continue kissing the electric but he knew it wasn’t right. Should he care? The silence was awkward. Maybe he should talk? “How are you?” he asked, not moving an inch. It was the only thing to say that came up in his stupid mind right now.

[electricengine]

Electra frowned a little bit as Greaseball moved off of him, pushing himself up a little with his forearms, he looked to the other engine. And then a confused expression crossed his face. What in the world was going on in that diesels head? “I’m… Fine. But you’re obviously not.” The electric didn’t make a move to come closer, he didn’t move at all. “Are you absolutely sure everything’s okay?” Electra didn’t know if this was the appropriate or okay thing to do, questioning GB this much.. But for some reason he felt like he had to… Like he cared about how Greaseball felt.

[greaseball-thediesel]

A groan emitted from Greaseball and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples. “I’m good.” He then removed his hands again and looked at Electra, unsure what exactly to do or say. “I just-” God, this alchohol was making him do and say silly things and he should probably just leave. Wait, this was his own house. Well he could leave anyways. But he’d have to put clothes on first and then- He’d have to get Electra to leave? But he actually didn’t want this and.. This was by far too exhausting. He’d just stay in bed. With Electra. Right. “I just haven’t done this in a long time.” He groaned again. Out of frustration.

[electricengine]

“It’s okay.” Electra said simply, laying back down with a nearly inaudible sigh. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about something like this. It was bound to happen eventually. “I can leave if you want me to.” The electric engine looked away. He’d been stupid to get his hopes up- No. You didn’t get your hopes up for anything. Electra got the sudden urge to apologize. But, of course, he didn’t. That’d be stupid. There was nothing to apologize for. Plus, he’d just look dumb doing it. Best staying quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel was silent for a short moment before speaking up. “No.” he spoke, almost whispering. “Don’t leave.” Greaseball still didn’t dare to look at Electra next to him, his mind being filled with all kind of questions and worries. This wasn’t… okay. He cleared his throat. “You know.. fucking is one thing. I’m good at that. But this…? I’m not sure if I’m–” What even wasn’t he sure of?! The engine had no clue.

[electricengine]

Electras eyebrows furrowed. “What are you not sure about?- Like… If you want this?” The engine guessed, eyes fixated on another part of the room. It sounded reasonable. “Whatever it is, Greaseball, it’s okay…” Had GB even come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to… Well… The same gender? Was that the issue??- The electric didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to upset the other. GB would talk about it if he wanted to.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Sorta…?” It probably was his drunkness which allowed him to talk to Electra this freely but it somehow felt relieving. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the diesel sighed. “You make everything seem so easy when it actually…. isn’t…? It’s frustrating!” It was almost like GB tried to blame the other for something he wasn’t responsible for. It wasn’t the electric’s fault that he had a problem with his sexuality but Greaseball was still Greaseball so there had to be some sort of… tension. Still, he didn’t want to be mean. That wasn’t his intention. He just was… frustrated.

[electricengine]

“Make what seem easy?” The engine finally turned to look at Greaseball again. “Being myself?” He quirked a brow at the Union Pacific and then paused before saying anything else. “It’s just something you have to get used to. Yourself that is. Not exactly like you can change who you are.” Electra turned away again. He didn’t want to lecture GB about this stuff. But he also just wanted to help him. It felt frustrating.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Don’t you understand that this is not who I am?!” Greaseball looked back at Electra, expression extremely serious. “I was never supposed to be this way and I never expected to be this way. I can’t just….. accept this and be all happy with my life like this.” By now, the diesel simply felt helpless. Vulnerable even. He hated this. He actually craved some… comfort…? Letting out a frustrated sigh, he looked back up to the ceiling. “Why am I even… telling you all of this?! It’s not like you’d understand..”

[electricengine]

“It obviously is who you are!” He sat up entirely, turning his body to stare at Greaseball. “Darling, there’s nothing you can do about it! You have to at least try and understand that maybe even if you didn’t expect it or wasn’t supposed to be like this, you are. There’s nothing wrong with being who you are.” The electric engine moved a little closer. “Trying to… Suppress that, or.. Just flat out denying it will only do you harm. I can promise you that. I’ve heard so many stories of people trying to deal with it like you are and they only became truly happy when they accepted themselves!” Electra knew he’d just said he wasn’t going to lecture GB but he just couldn’t help himself. He felt bad for the other and that he felt that way. The electric engine nearly felt like it was his fault… Since he’d been the one enabling all of this.

[greaseball-thediesel]

He couldn’t help but stare up at Electra once the other had sat up. It was the alchohol. It must be the alchohol. But when hearing the engine’s words, there was actually some sort of… pain… GB felt..? He knew he was telling the truth. And this was what hurt the most. Without noticing it, the diesel engine’s eyes slightly teared up, words unable to leave his lips. He didn’t know what to say anyways. He was being pathetic. In front of Electra. Great. “I just…. can’t. I-I’m sorry..” Greaseball’s voice was quiet, a whisper almost. He knew he’d never be able to accept this side of him. It just wasn’t supposed to be that way.

[electricengine]

As soon as Electra noticed the tears forming in Greaseball’s eyes, he could feel his heart shattering. “Oh- Darling, no, please don’t cry!” He instantly wrapped his arms around the diesel engine, not caring if the other protested or not. He was going to hold the other until he stopped crying, the electric had decided. And perhaps a little longer after that. Electra would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel himself tearing up a little as well. He couldn’t help but feel emotional. And the alcohol certainly didn’t help. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. I should have never brought any of this up in the first place-” He gave the diesel a small squeeze. “I’m sorry-..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

At first there was a troubling feeling inside of him when Electra hugged him but actually… It didn’t feel bad. Not at all. It was.. comforting. And so Greaseball soon found himself holding on to the electric engine, eyes pressed shut, trying as hard as he could not to lose control all too much. He couldn’t. The diesel was obviously tensed up, not relaxing at all. “It’s not your fault!” he managed to get out, a quiet sob escaping aswell in that process. The hold he got on Electra grew a bit firmer, a bit more desperate. “Don’t leave-”

[electricengine]

“I won’t, darling, I promise..” Electra held onto the diesel like his life depended on it. And it really felt like it did. The engine did still feel like it was his fault, but he decided to not mention that. In fact, the electric didn’t feel like talking at all. Mostly since he was much too busy focusing on crying as silently as possible. And that was quite the straining task. It still felt good for him, to hug GB. He’d never done it before in his life. And even though their first hug wasn’t exactly during the most wonderful of times, he was still glad that he’d managed to get somewhere with him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It felt like hours they rested like this and eventually, yeah.. eventually Greaseball managed to calm down a little and relax. Relax into Electra’s embrace. Burying his face to the other engine, his breathing pattern slowed down again. It felt strangely good to hug someone like this. To hug Electra like this. Even if he had never done it before. It was soothing. And he felt sorta… secure. There was an ever so quiet whimper escaping his lips and GB couldn’t help but hate himself even more because of it.

[electricengine]

The electric engine didn’t know what to say now. He didn’t even know if there was anything appropriate to say now. He wanted to ask if GB was feeling any better but he wasn’t crying anymore so that was an obvious yes. Slowly, Electra managed to manoeuvre them back down onto the bed so that they were laying. This was nice. If Electra wasn’t worrying about GB so much, he could’ve probably fallen asleep like this. A sudden thought struck Electra, and it took every ounce if willpower in his body not to say it out loud. He knew it was true, but he knew he shouldn’t say it. Not now. Maybe it was obvious? Perhaps. Electra didn’t know. All he did know is that he shouldn’t tell GB yet. Yet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball baiscally cuddled on to the electric engine, hiding his face in his chest. He wasn’t exactly sure if he felt relieved because he finally got those thoughts out or if he should feel extremely troubled due to his still lasting problem with his life situation. Eventually, he soon spoke up quietly, not yet feeling the need to move or distance himself from Electra. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I-I know we haven’t always but– Sorry.”

[electricengine]

“It’s okay, Greaseball. Don’t worry..” Electra slowly begun stroking the others back, his eyes closing for a moment. “Just try and relax for now… I don’t want you-.. working yourself up again..” The electric pulled the fellow diesel a little bit closer to himself, his grip around the other never loosening. The last thing Electra wanted was to let go of Greaseball, that he was sure about. And for many reasons too.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The big diesel released a shaky breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He felt so sick. And stupid. Useless even. Soon Greaseball had fully relaxed into Electra’s embrace, his breathing slow. Silently he was wondering what actually happened that he ended up like this. Never had he experienced such a massive outburst of emotions. If his father could see him like this, he’d be dead and his mother– The engine tensed up again, a small sound emitting from him, sounding almost scared.

[electricengine]

Electra tried his best not to release a relieved sigh as he felt Greaseball relax in his arms, he himself finally calming down as well. Though that didn’t last very long and as soon as he sensed that Greaseball had.. upset himself again, a small hush emitted from Electra as he once again begun stroking GB’s back. “Relax, darling.. I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about..” The electric didn’t know wether or not his attempts at helping the diesel actually worked or not but he figured it was better to try than not do it at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

And again, Electra made it sound so easy. So welcoming almost. Greaseball was exhausted. He wanted to relax. He really did. But he also knew that the electric engine couldn’t stay forever. “I’m trying…” he mumbled quietly, a shaky sigh emitting from him. The electric’s hand on his back felt.. nice. Very soothing. He didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. “For.. how much longer can you stay…?” GB suddenly asked in a careful manner. Electra had an own home and a bunch of trucks waiting for him, he surely had better things to do than comfort a big crying dumbass.

[electricengine]

“For however long you want me to.” Electra replied, his voice low. It felt strange to prioritize Greaseball over his own components, but right now, they could wait. They were all fine and happy. GB was… Not. It was true, that the electric engine would stay for as much time needed. Electra still couldn’t believe that he.. Actually cares. That he felt more than just attraction to Greaseball. Or.. well… More than sexual attraction. “For how long do you want me to stay, dear?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Carefully, Greaseball looked up to Electra for a short moment before removing his eyes from the other’s face again, feeling all vulnerable. “I don’t know.” he replied, instinctively trying to get a bit closer to the electric even if that was completely impossible. “Long…?” Well yeah that wasn’t really a useful reply. And it sounded more like a question. But it was everything he could think of.

[electricengine]

“What a specific answer.” Electra smiled, moving one of his hands up to Greaseball’s face so that he could stroke the said engines cheek. “I can do that, sure.” He moved closer to the other and it took probably every ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss the Union Pacific. He knew it was probably not the right moment, but it was still so tempting.

[greaseball-thediesel]

An agreeing hum emitted from Greaseball. He still struggled to actually thank somebody else for something, no matter what it was. It wasn’t like he wasn’t grateful. He just wasn’t good at showing or saying that. The diesel hated to not be good at something. It upset him. Perhaps he would be able to thank Electra in a different way? The electric liked sex, right? If it was sex that he wanted for putting up with him, GB would do that. Looking back at the fellow engine, an exhausted expression on his face, the diesel was unsure what to do next.

[electricengine]

Okay, yeah, that was it. Electra for some reason just couldn’t hold back anymore. Even if Greaseball had.. looked better at other occasions, the electric engine didn’t care. It definitely was not enough to stop him from closing she space inbetween their lips and giving the diesel engine a kiss. Instantly, a relieved feeling spread throughout his body. GB was still not a bad kisser, that’s for sure.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t help but kiss back. It just was an instinctive reaction and after all he wanted to show Electra that he was grateful. He wasn’t exactly able to reciprocate the kiss as intensely as he maybe wanted to but he tried his best. Basically forcing out a quiet moan, the diesel pressed himself closer to the electric, immediately trying to deepen the kiss.

[electricengine]

The engine let out a pleased hum at that, his arms moving to wrap around the diesels neck. This was nice. It almost felt comforting. A couple of more seconds passed before Electra ended the kiss with a dainty sigh. In an instant, a smile crossed his face. “I’m surprised that you kiss just as good while being an emotional wreck.” He released a small laugh. “Can’t say the same about myself..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

An ever so small smile appearing on his face, Greaseball simply placed another kiss to Electra’s lips, one hand resting on the other engine’s hip. His fingers very lightly dug into his skin, then almost carefully he let his hand stroke Electra’s side, finally going further down to rest closer to his rear. GB wasn’t exactly sure what he was planning on doing. He’d let the electric engine decide. “Guess I can’t contradict..” the diesel mumbled softly.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a sort of moan into the kiss. He had a hint as to what Greaseball was getting at and honestly, Electra didn’t mind very much. On the contrary, actually. He encouraged it. And to let the diesel know that, he deepened the kiss just a bit and arched his back. If Electra were to be honest, he hadn’t expected the situation to come to this. But, if it made Greaseball feel any better, and he certainly hoped that it would, the electric would comply.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It wasn’t like GB was totally in the mood for sex but it was definetly a distraction. A distraction which also could be quite… entertaining. Well it wasn’t certainly better than more alchohol. Alchohol this night had been a big mistake anyways. Glancing at the electric with a kinda indecisive expression, the diesel went in for another kiss. It was a soft one. None of his usual dominating behaviour seemed to show through and it was almost like he didn’t feel like wanting to take control. It probably was the exhaustion. Or something else. Who was supposed to know after all that happened?!

[electricengine]

Electra most certainly noticed that look in GB’s eyes as he once more was kissed. That made the electric hesitate just a little. He still returned the kiss but he ended it a little quicker than was necessary. Electra actually.. didn’t know what to say… He just once more gently caressed the diesels cheek. Perhaps they should… save this for later. Mostly since he could tell the other engine wasn’t.. one hundred percent for this. Still, the electric engine smiled softly. “You look exhausted.” He commented.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I’m not.” Greaseball immediately replied, a more than necessary serious tone to his deep voice and an almost disappointing look on his face. Electra clearly wanted this but felt like he couldn’t get it because apparently the diesel looked too exhausted. This wasn’t what he had planned. He wanted to please Electra not make him feel like he was being too forward. “I’m good.” he spoke, not really sounding convincing but still wanting to put some effort into the situation. GB pecked the electric’s lips and then went in to kiss his jaw and then neck.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a deep sigh, getting distracted for just a second before placing his hand on the diesels shoulder. “I don’t believe that~” He said in a nonchalant tone. “You can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little bit tired.” Electra shuffled back a little bit, the smile still very present on his face. “You know, I’m just making sure that you want to do this.” His hand slid off of the Union Pacifics shoulder, down his waist. “Please don’t feel like you have to do this~” His voice was strangely sultry for speaking of something like consent. Perhaps to not make it sound as serious as he was actually being.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra of course was right. Greaseball was indeed tired. But he also was frustrated that he couldn’t just have sex without the other noticing something wasn’t right. After all he wanted to do it for the electric engine. “This isn’t even about what I want..” he mumbled, sighed deeply and then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling again. A frustrated diesel could be quite an annoying burden. They both knew that. But GB felt like he couldn’t change that right now. He was simply too emotional in general.

[electricengine]

The electric engine rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Greaseball, cuddling up to his side with an inaudible sigh and draping an arm across his chest. “Don’t be upset, Greaseball.” Electra looked up to said diesel. “Perhaps we can just.. do it tomorrow.” He smiled at the other. “When you’re in a better mood.” Absentmindedly, Electra begun drawing circles on the diesel engines chest. He didn’t realize since he was much too busy with studying Greaseball’s face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only thing GB released was a small hum. It was impossible to make out whether that was a hum of agreement or disagreement and the fact that the diesel didn’t even move, didn’t make that easier at all. Eventually, he glanced at the other’s finger drawing circles on his chest, causing some sort of warm feeling within him which deeply confused him. Greaseball then looked back at Electra, expresion serious but still somewhat vulnerable. “Fine.” he finally mumbled, having realised he’d be of by far more use for the electric when being in a better mood than right now.

[electricengine]

The electrics smile broadened a little bit more at Greaseball’s agreement and Electra shuffled around to get comfortable. “Good!” He chirped, for some reason feeling quite content like this. He was glad to finally get what he’d wanted in the first place. Cuddling. It didn’t surprise the engine to realize that his eyes had closed, or the tiredness that crossed his mind. He felt like he could pass out right then and there.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was quite obvious that after all his struggles and his emotional outburst, Greaseball tried his best to regain control over himself and did his best to behave like he always would even if that was almost impossible. Clearing his throat, the diesel shuffled a bit as he tried to get comfortable, wrapping an arm around Electra aswell to hold him. “You better last long then tomorrow.” GB commented in a deep tone as he closed his eyes aswell, again taking a deep breath. All of this felt.. comfortable. Strangely comfortable. As if the electric belonged there in his arms.

[electricengine]

“Mm. Promise I will~” Electra gave a small laugh, not being capable of wiping the smile off his face, especially not when he felt GB’s arm around him. This was nice, the electric thought. More than nice. Wonderful! He really did cherish this moment. He cherished Greaseball quite a lot as well! The electric engine could feel himself coming closer and closer to sleep. Electra wouldn’t lie, he was more than a little excited about the following day.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel aswell closed his eyes, finally feeling the tiredness kick in. Instinctively he shuffled a bit more to hold Electra closer and more secure, nestling himself on to the electric engine and releasing a soft yawn. Never had the other stayed over night before but GB honestly didn’t mind one bit. Especially not now when he was so comfortable. “Goodnight…” he mumbled quietly and actually was already close to fall asleep.

[electricengine]

The electric engine slept quite soundly through the entire night, feeling more comfortable than ever. When morning came, though, Electra wasn’t as pleased. He didn’t want to wake up. But his systems practically forced him to. With a disgruntled groan, Electra shuffled around a little and stretched his legs. But he didn’t open his eyes, hoping to just fall back asleep.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra would probably be quite displeased once he’d find out that Greaseball was an early bird. Waking up in the morning, the diesel immediately got up and out of bed but at least he had enough decency to not disturb the electric next to him all too much. Still, it had been quite a pleasing feeling waking up next to someone. Someone warm. He liked that which is why he almost regretted getting up already. Since he was wearing no clothes anyways, GB decided he’d take a quick shower and then.. well he’d see what to do then. Eventually Electra would be awake by then aswell. With a sigh, he skated into the bath and got into the shower, turning the cold water on.

[electricengine]

Electra released a dissatisfied sigh as Greaseball got up, but he didn’t bother to actually say something. He didn’t have the energy. The electric rolled over onto his stomach, face down against the mattress. A pillow over his head certainly helped to shut out the sunlight at least, so that was one good thing. And, even with a little struggle and quite a lot of time, the electric engine managed to drift back asleep, even if he’d preferred to have some company. Electra could deal with it.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Though, Greaseball was quick at taking showers, the engine needed quite a while for everything that came afterwards because of course his hair had to look perfect. All the crying from the night before had also caused the skin around his eyes turn red and the bags under his eyes looked horrible aswell which is why he also made use of some makeup. He had to look presentable. Like always. With the towel wrapped around his hips, the diesel entered his bedroom and noticed the electric still asleep, pillow on top of his head. He watched said for a moment before carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, still observing Electra.

[electricengine]

By the time that the diesel was out of the bathroom, Electra was fast asleep. Though something suddenly disturbed him. It felt like he was being watched. The engine shifted a little in his sleep, upset since he was being woken again, and turned over onto his side. He opened his eyes and could see, even with the pillow half over his head, Greaseball on the bed. With a sigh, Electra gave up on trying to sleep anymore and pushed himself up into a sitting position, the pillow falling off to the side. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Greaseball.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was almost as if the diesel didn’t realise he had been staring at the sleeping engine but now that the other was finally awake, there was no reason in bothering anymore. “Nothing.” GB raised his hands dismissively and looked away with a small sigh. For the first time he got to see Electra in such a…. strangely natural way…? It was weird. But not an unpleasant sight. No, he actually.. liked it. “Don’t you wanna get up aswell at some point?!” the engine asked, almost sounding sorta harsh. It wasn’t because he wanted to be mean but rather because Greaseball wanted to forget this night’s breakdown which is why he tried way too hard to act like always.

[electricengine]

“Of course I do.” Electra rolled his eyes and laid back down, still looking at Greaseball though. “When I feel like it. Which isn’t now.” He snorted, shifting to get comfortable on the bed. “What’s with the attitude, hm?” He asked, raising a brow at the diesel. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” The electric huffed out a small laugh. He didn’t get what Greaseball’s deal was, but it was funny notheless. “Don’t blame you. I’ve certainly slept in better beds than this one.” Another small laugh escaped him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“If it’s so bad, I’m not forcing you to keep laying in it..” Greaseball mumbled, almost seeming as if he was in an overly bad mood.. Which he actually wasn’t. Still, there was soemthing bothering him but he was unable to name what it was. It wasn’t Electra, even if that might come off like that. No. With a deep sigh, the diesel got up from his bed and skated over to his wardrobe, deciding to get dressed. What else was he supposed to do?! He wasn’t exactly in the mood to have an argument with an electric which was weird. This normally caught his interest.

[electricengine]

“Mm. True.” He rolled over, now turning his back to the diesel. Electra not bothering to continue talking to GB since he didn’t seem to be very much up to conversing. Though, he didn’t stay very long laying down on the bed. Since he wasn’t planning on falling back asleep, he threw the covers off of himself and scooted over to the edge of the bed. With a low sigh, he stood up and begun getting dressed. Even though Electra always despised putting on old clothes, there wasn’t any other option.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball hated the silence. But he also hated unnecessary conversation. And he most certainly hadn’t anything to tell. So what was the point in all of this? They didn’t seem to fuck anytime soon, nor did they find anything to talk about. All of this was so useless. And yet, the diesel actually didn’t mind electric’s presence. For some reason. All of this was simply so confusing. GB soon was done getting dressed and then turned around, watching Electra again as he did the same.

[electricengine]

Greaseball was definitely not the only one who disliked the silence. Electra didn’t get why the diesel was acting like this, though, eventually he supposed there was a difference between a drunk Greaseball and a sober one and he really shouldn’t have raised his standards for the diesel. With a sigh, Electra finally finished dressing himself and turned to look at GB. The engine cocked an eyebrow and turned to fully face him, placing both hands on his hips. “What’re you staring at?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

"You, dipshit. Isn't that obvious?!" Greaseball's expression was anything but warm and with a slightly annoyed sigh, he headed towards the door, mumbling "I need a drink..." Yes, it was morning and yes, the diesel was still feeling sick from last night's consume of alchoholic liquids but how else was he supposed to survive all of this?! Before he actually left the room, he turned back around to look at Electra. "Want one aswell?"

[electricengine]

@greaseball-thediesel

The electric engine felt almost a little dizzy, his breathing still slightly unsteady due to the past.. straining activities with the diesel who was currently laying next to him. Electra shuffled his legs a little and used his forearms to push himself up into a half-sitting position. He didn’t know wether to like or dislike the current silence, which was only filled with the quiet sound of heavy breathing. Electra side-eyed the fellow engine before not-so-subtly shuffling a little closer. Unsurprisingly, the electric had gotten the sudden urge to cuddle. Which wasn’t unusual, he always wanted to do that after sex. But typically with Greaseball, no matter how hard he tried, Electra got shoved away with a hand to the face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Letting out a low sigh, GB ran one hand through his messy hair, debating on whether he immediately wanted to get out of bed or stay for a little while longer. The sex was good, yes. It always was. But the diesel barely even wasted a thought to do anything besides that. Though, as he noticed Electra shuffling closer, the engine glanced at the other, raising one brow. He wasn’t exactly sure what the other wanted but for some reason Greaseball didn’t exactly feel like wanting to get up now, nor did he mind the electric getting closer. He was just totally…. relaxed. “You good?” the diesel spoke, almost sounding amused and voice a little slurred from the earlier intake of alcoholic liquid.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having not expected Greaseball to say anything. Why was unclear. “Yes, very~” The electric instantly drawled, moving even closer as he turned his head to look at GB. An almost smug looking smile crossed his face and swiftly, Electra moved onto his side so he could face Greaseball fully. “What about you?” He asked, mirrorig the diesel engine and raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. Oh, how Electra wanted to touch Greaseball, and even in his drunken state the electric did realize what a… strange urge that was. And it wasn’t anything sexual either! The engine just craved physical contact. He blamed it on the alcohol, like usual.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only answer Greaseball gave was a low hum as he removed his glance from the other engine once more. Something about Electra was almost making him…. feel something..? Well something else than lust. On any other day, GB would have already left the electric’s side again. Would have put some clothes on. At least. But not today. The diesel cleared his throat and with a bit of effort he turned onto his side aswell, eyeing Electra with a sceptical glance. He reached out with one hand, cupping the other’s chin with one hand, gently brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Why exactly he was doing this? He had no clue at all.

[electricengine]

The electric smiled a bit wider at that, reaching up and placing his hand over Greaseball’s. He didn’t know what to say, but he also didn’t know if it was even necessary to speak. Perhaps this was just good enough. Absentmindedly, Electra shuffled a little bit closer again. Why was Greaseball so pretty? Why was this allowed? It couldn’t be. The diesel had to be breaking some type of law. It was only logical. Slowly, Electra begun stroking the back of Greaseball’s hand with his thumb, his smile broadening once more. Why was this so nice?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Now that Electra was so close to him, GB barely had any chance but to admit to himself that he wholeheartedly approved of it. This was new. And he could probably blame it on the alchohol but that didn’t make it less wrong. Greaseball didn’t feel like speaking either. Not at all. And his expression was strangely.. soft. Not judging nor any sort of negative emotion showing off. No, it was a genuine soft expression. Still, he soon removed his hand again, silently laying there and staring at the electric engine in front of him looking incredibly but also scaringly… gorgeous….? Wow, that was one gay thought. Well done GB. Well done.

[electricengine]

Electra couldn’t help but frown as Greaseball pulled away, insistently scooting closer again. The electric wouldn’t be surprised if this was the closest they’d ever been, excluding any time sex was the main goal. “Why’d you stop?” The electric engine asked. He didn’t know why. Electra seemingly didn’t know why he did anything anymore. His hand moved up to cup the diesel engines cheek, like he’d done before, and it took every single ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss him. Which wasn’t a whole lot at all actually. And it was only weakened more by the fact that the electric was the opposite of sober.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The question did surprise GB but he didn’t mind. “Dunno.” was everything he replied, not really putting much effort in holding a proper conversation while on the other hand it was the plain truth. He had no clue what he was doing and why after all. This was probably why the two of them never had sex while being drunk. It would only lead to weird things. And this definetly was weird. Should GB care? Probably. Did he? No. Feeling the electric’s hand on his cheek instantly made the smallest smile appear on his lips, his engine lightly purring at the affection he received. Starlight, he was weak! Especially considering Greaseball usually disliked affectionate touching after sex. Or in literally any other situation. The diesel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts which was totally impossible. Starlight, he was absolutely drunk.

[electricengine]

Electra was surprised as well. But for another reason. Greaseball… didn’t… slap his hand away? “Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” Electra snickered, softly caressing the others cheek as he spoke. Why he was finding this amusing was beyond him. Maybe he was just shocked. The electric pursed his lips, pondering wether he should do something more. GB wasn’t rejecting this small touch. Why not push his luck? At least they would have gotten somewhere. Electra released a soft of pleased hum and gently begun caressing further down, towards the other engines neck, sometimes crossing his shoulder. He did it more to see if GB would let him more than anything else.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel didn’t move an inch, simply enjoying what was offered to him. And that was the electric’s gentle touch which he surprisingly very much appreciated in this moment. “I am, yes.” he replied, a rather playful smirk crossing his lips. Still not moving, GB curiously eyed Electra’s hand moving further down before looking back up to the electric himself. The purr of his own engine by now was more than just audible and Greaseball eventually released an ever so quiet groan. All of this just felt really great.

[electricengine]

“I’m glad.” Did Greaseball care? Probably not. Electra released a dainty sigh, simply because he could, and continued to move his hand. Eventually, the electric engines hand had become simply one finger, which he was trailing down Greaseball’s arm until he found the other engines hand. Electra didn’t hesitate to hold it, his smile broadening once more. His eyes flicked down to look at both of their hands before returning to GB’s face. The electric felt quite proud of himself right now, and it only made him want more.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel’s glance followed Electra’s and with raised brows he eyed their joined hands. He didn’t know… what to think. Actually, nothing made sense to him in that moment but then again he didn’t feel the need to complain or back off either. …So why not just go with it..?! GB looked back up to the electric with an unreadable expression. The engine hesitated but then leaned in to peck the other’s lips. When he backed off again, his expression hadn’t changed. Greaseball rather licked his own lips, as if having to decided whether he liked the kissing part or not.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having instantly forgotten his previous plan after that. A… Kiss. A chaste one at that. Greaseball had to be wasted by now. He didn’t know how to react to that action, simply staring at the diesel in front of himself and holding his hand a little tighter. Perhaps GB had just broken him, yes, that sounded reasonable. After all, the kiss was not. So… Electra was struggling to comprehend it. Struggling so hard, in fact, that he suddenly blurted out a, “Why did you do that?” Oh, Starlight… That sounded stupid. He could hear it in his own voice.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine’s lips parted as if he was about to give a reply to the other’s quetsion but no word at all left his mouth. No, GB actually seemed confused himself. He was drunk indeed but now he actually what he had done just a second ago. Riiiight. He probably wasn’t supposed to do that. That was some affectionate shit that went beyond fucking and this wasn’t what he usually used Electra for. Clearing his throat, Greaseball tried to sound as casual as possible. “Well if ya didn’t like it then uhh- Well then I’ve achieved what I wanted. Yes.” The diesel gave a small nod and eyed Electra.

[electricengine]

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Really, Greaseball should have known better. Electra? Not liking affection? What was GB? Stupid?… Well…. Yes… But still! The engine leaned in a little closer, the two engines noses practically touching by now. “In fact, I felt the complete opposite.” He gave the diesel a quick kiss before moving back to his normal spot again. If he got a rise out of the fellow engine by doing that, that’d be hilarious. If the fellow engine liked it as much as Electra did, that’d be even better.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball barely gave any reaction at all. He simply rested on the spot, not making any sound like he had done earlier already. Electra liked it. Good. And.. if he was completely honest.. He didn’t dislike it…? “Well..” he mumbled after a while and shoot his glance back down to their still joined hands. All of this was so awkward. Why did he let this happen?! He had just wanted a good fuck! But soon the diesel realised that he was too drunk and too exhausted to actually care that much. Why not enjoy what was offered to him?! “Fuck it..” he spoke quietly and then leaned over the electric engine a little to properly kiss him.

[electricengine]

Electra let out a hum which was a blend between surprise and appreciation. That was the last thing the electric had expected to be honest. Though, his surprise didn’t stop him from eagerly returning the kiss as the smile on his face spread. Wether it was a happy smile or a smug one was unclear. Perhaps it was both. He leaned in a little closer, the hand holding Greaseball’s giving a small squeeze, before pulling back. “You’re quite the good kisser.” Electra commented. Of course, they’d kissed a few times before, but this really wasn’t the same thing. No, not at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I know.” he replied, a small smile on his lips before he leaned back in to kiss Electra yet again. This was……. surprisingly nice. Absolutely. Though, what surprised the diesel was that by no means did he feel up for another round of sex. He usually always was. Especially when kisisng. But this was…. different. Still, he was unsure whether he’d regret this the next morning or not. And yet there was only one way to find out. A very quiet groan emitted from Greaseball which he gladly released into their kiss. This was good. Yes. Somehow.

[electricengine]

One of the electric engines hands moved to cup Greaseball’s cheek. Well, this certainly wasn’t bad. And Electra certainly wasn’t complaining. No, of course not. He was quite surprised at the sound that left the diesel engine but he quickly reciprocated it by letting out a moan. Eventually, he begun deepening the kiss, tilting his head to the side just a little bit. Electra started pondering if he was even awake right now. This was probably just some strange dream, right?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t quite believe how much he had actually missed this. He hadn’t been in an actual relationship for such a long time and therefore never really had any actual affectionate contact to another train. It always was plain fucking. But this… It was different. As Electra deepened the kiss, the diesel was unable to hide how invested he got into this kiss. He never wanted it to end. It was so so good. Being so close to the electric was good. Yes. Breaking the kiss for a moment to breathe, GB couldn’t help but stare into those beautiful eyes and– “Damn!” he choked out under his breath. He should really stop these gay thoughts.

[electricengine]

A sigh escaped the electric as soon as the kiss ended, one hand caressing the other engines cheek now. He quirked a brow as Greaseball swore, uttering a, “Is something wrong?” He really hoped that the diesel hadn’t regretted his choices right now, because the last thing Electra wanted to do was stop. After all, kissing Greaseball was more than nice. It was wonderful. Which was a slight surprise to him, if he’d be honest. Still, a very pleasant one.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Yes- I-I mean. No. Of course not. What should be wrong?” The diesel cleared his throat and his usual serious expression returned to his face. As if being uncertain what to do next, GB laid back down onto his back, crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at the ceiling. Actually, he felt like wanting to continue kissing the electric but he knew it wasn’t right. Should he care? The silence was awkward. Maybe he should talk? “How are you?” he asked, not moving an inch. It was the only thing to say that came up in his stupid mind right now.

[electricengine]

Electra frowned a little bit as Greaseball moved off of him, pushing himself up a little with his forearms, he looked to the other engine. And then a confused expression crossed his face. What in the world was going on in that diesels head? “I’m… Fine. But you’re obviously not.” The electric didn’t make a move to come closer, he didn’t move at all. “Are you absolutely sure everything’s okay?” Electra didn’t know if this was the appropriate or okay thing to do, questioning GB this much.. But for some reason he felt like he had to… Like he cared about how Greaseball felt.

[greaseball-thediesel]

A groan emitted from Greaseball and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples. “I’m good.” He then removed his hands again and looked at Electra, unsure what exactly to do or say. “I just-” God, this alchohol was making him do and say silly things and he should probably just leave. Wait, this was his own house. Well he could leave anyways. But he’d have to put clothes on first and then- He’d have to get Electra to leave? But he actually didn’t want this and.. This was by far too exhausting. He’d just stay in bed. With Electra. Right. “I just haven’t done this in a long time.” He groaned again. Out of frustration.

[electricengine]

“It’s okay.” Electra said simply, laying back down with a nearly inaudible sigh. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about something like this. It was bound to happen eventually. “I can leave if you want me to.” The electric engine looked away. He’d been stupid to get his hopes up- No. You didn’t get your hopes up for anything. Electra got the sudden urge to apologize. But, of course, he didn’t. That’d be stupid. There was nothing to apologize for. Plus, he’d just look dumb doing it. Best staying quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel was silent for a short moment before speaking up. “No.” he spoke, almost whispering. “Don’t leave.” Greaseball still didn’t dare to look at Electra next to him, his mind being filled with all kind of questions and worries. This wasn’t… okay. He cleared his throat. “You know.. fucking is one thing. I’m good at that. But this…? I’m not sure if I’m–” What even wasn’t he sure of?! The engine had no clue.

[electricengine]

Electras eyebrows furrowed. “What are you not sure about?- Like… If you want this?” The engine guessed, eyes fixated on another part of the room. It sounded reasonable. “Whatever it is, Greaseball, it’s okay…” Had GB even come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to… Well… The same gender? Was that the issue??- The electric didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to upset the other. GB would talk about it if he wanted to.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Sorta…?” It probably was his drunkness which allowed him to talk to Electra this freely but it somehow felt relieving. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the diesel sighed. “You make everything seem so easy when it actually…. isn’t…? It’s frustrating!” It was almost like GB tried to blame the other for something he wasn’t responsible for. It wasn’t the electric’s fault that he had a problem with his sexuality but Greaseball was still Greaseball so there had to be some sort of… tension. Still, he didn’t want to be mean. That wasn’t his intention. He just was… frustrated.

[electricengine]

“Make what seem easy?” The engine finally turned to look at Greaseball again. “Being myself?” He quirked a brow at the Union Pacific and then paused before saying anything else. “It’s just something you have to get used to. Yourself that is. Not exactly like you can change who you are.” Electra turned away again. He didn’t want to lecture GB about this stuff. But he also just wanted to help him. It felt frustrating.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Don’t you understand that this is not who I am?!” Greaseball looked back at Electra, expression extremely serious. “I was never supposed to be this way and I never expected to be this way. I can’t just….. accept this and be all happy with my life like this.” By now, the diesel simply felt helpless. Vulnerable even. He hated this. He actually craved some… comfort…? Letting out a frustrated sigh, he looked back up to the ceiling. “Why am I even… telling you all of this?! It’s not like you’d understand..”

[electricengine]

“It obviously is who you are!” He sat up entirely, turning his body to stare at Greaseball. “Darling, there’s nothing you can do about it! You have to at least try and understand that maybe even if you didn’t expect it or wasn’t supposed to be like this, you are. There’s nothing wrong with being who you are.” The electric engine moved a little closer. “Trying to… Suppress that, or.. Just flat out denying it will only do you harm. I can promise you that. I’ve heard so many stories of people trying to deal with it like you are and they only became truly happy when they accepted themselves!” Electra knew he’d just said he wasn’t going to lecture GB but he just couldn’t help himself. He felt bad for the other and that he felt that way. The electric engine nearly felt like it was his fault… Since he’d been the one enabling all of this.

[greaseball-thediesel]

He couldn’t help but stare up at Electra once the other had sat up. It was the alchohol. It must be the alchohol. But when hearing the engine’s words, there was actually some sort of… pain… GB felt..? He knew he was telling the truth. And this was what hurt the most. Without noticing it, the diesel engine’s eyes slightly teared up, words unable to leave his lips. He didn’t know what to say anyways. He was being pathetic. In front of Electra. Great. “I just…. can’t. I-I’m sorry..” Greaseball’s voice was quiet, a whisper almost. He knew he’d never be able to accept this side of him. It just wasn’t supposed to be that way.

[electricengine]

As soon as Electra noticed the tears forming in Greaseball’s eyes, he could feel his heart shattering. “Oh- Darling, no, please don’t cry!” He instantly wrapped his arms around the diesel engine, not caring if the other protested or not. He was going to hold the other until he stopped crying, the electric had decided. And perhaps a little longer after that. Electra would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel himself tearing up a little as well. He couldn’t help but feel emotional. And the alcohol certainly didn’t help. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. I should have never brought any of this up in the first place-” He gave the diesel a small squeeze. “I’m sorry-..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

At first there was a troubling feeling inside of him when Electra hugged him but actually… It didn’t feel bad. Not at all. It was.. comforting. And so Greaseball soon found himself holding on to the electric engine, eyes pressed shut, trying as hard as he could not to lose control all too much. He couldn’t. The diesel was obviously tensed up, not relaxing at all. “It’s not your fault!” he managed to get out, a quiet sob escaping aswell in that process. The hold he got on Electra grew a bit firmer, a bit more desperate. “Don’t leave-”

[electricengine]

“I won’t, darling, I promise..” Electra held onto the diesel like his life depended on it. And it really felt like it did. The engine did still feel like it was his fault, but he decided to not mention that. In fact, the electric didn’t feel like talking at all. Mostly since he was much too busy focusing on crying as silently as possible. And that was quite the straining task. It still felt good for him, to hug GB. He’d never done it before in his life. And even though their first hug wasn’t exactly during the most wonderful of times, he was still glad that he’d managed to get somewhere with him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It felt like hours they rested like this and eventually, yeah.. eventually Greaseball managed to calm down a little and relax. Relax into Electra’s embrace. Burying his face to the other engine, his breathing pattern slowed down again. It felt strangely good to hug someone like this. To hug Electra like this. Even if he had never done it before. It was soothing. And he felt sorta… secure. There was an ever so quiet whimper escaping his lips and GB couldn’t help but hate himself even more because of it.

[electricengine]

The electric engine didn’t know what to say now. He didn’t even know if there was anything appropriate to say now. He wanted to ask if GB was feeling any better but he wasn’t crying anymore so that was an obvious yes. Slowly, Electra managed to manoeuvre them back down onto the bed so that they were laying. This was nice. If Electra wasn’t worrying about GB so much, he could’ve probably fallen asleep like this. A sudden thought struck Electra, and it took every ounce if willpower in his body not to say it out loud. He knew it was true, but he knew he shouldn’t say it. Not now. Maybe it was obvious? Perhaps. Electra didn’t know. All he did know is that he shouldn’t tell GB yet. Yet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball baiscally cuddled on to the electric engine, hiding his face in his chest. He wasn’t exactly sure if he felt relieved because he finally got those thoughts out or if he should feel extremely troubled due to his still lasting problem with his life situation. Eventually, he soon spoke up quietly, not yet feeling the need to move or distance himself from Electra. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I-I know we haven’t always but– Sorry.”

[electricengine]

“It’s okay, Greaseball. Don’t worry..” Electra slowly begun stroking the others back, his eyes closing for a moment. “Just try and relax for now… I don’t want you-.. working yourself up again..” The electric pulled the fellow diesel a little bit closer to himself, his grip around the other never loosening. The last thing Electra wanted was to let go of Greaseball, that he was sure about. And for many reasons too.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The big diesel released a shaky breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He felt so sick. And stupid. Useless even. Soon Greaseball had fully relaxed into Electra’s embrace, his breathing slow. Silently he was wondering what actually happened that he ended up like this. Never had he experienced such a massive outburst of emotions. If his father could see him like this, he’d be dead and his mother– The engine tensed up again, a small sound emitting from him, sounding almost scared.

[electricengine]

Electra tried his best not to release a relieved sigh as he felt Greaseball relax in his arms, he himself finally calming down as well. Though that didn’t last very long and as soon as he sensed that Greaseball had.. upset himself again, a small hush emitted from Electra as he once again begun stroking GB’s back. “Relax, darling.. I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about..” The electric didn’t know wether or not his attempts at helping the diesel actually worked or not but he figured it was better to try than not do it at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

And again, Electra made it sound so easy. So welcoming almost. Greaseball was exhausted. He wanted to relax. He really did. But he also knew that the electric engine couldn’t stay forever. “I’m trying…” he mumbled quietly, a shaky sigh emitting from him. The electric’s hand on his back felt.. nice. Very soothing. He didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. “For.. how much longer can you stay…?” GB suddenly asked in a careful manner. Electra had an own home and a bunch of trucks waiting for him, he surely had better things to do than comfort a big crying dumbass.

[electricengine]

“For however long you want me to.” Electra replied, his voice low. It felt strange to prioritize Greaseball over his own components, but right now, they could wait. They were all fine and happy. GB was… Not. It was true, that the electric engine would stay for as much time needed. Electra still couldn’t believe that he.. Actually cares. That he felt more than just attraction to Greaseball. Or.. well… More than sexual attraction. “For how long do you want me to stay, dear?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Carefully, Greaseball looked up to Electra for a short moment before removing his eyes from the other’s face again, feeling all vulnerable. “I don’t know.” he replied, instinctively trying to get a bit closer to the electric even if that was completely impossible. “Long…?” Well yeah that wasn’t really a useful reply. And it sounded more like a question. But it was everything he could think of.

[electricengine]

“What a specific answer.” Electra smiled, moving one of his hands up to Greaseball’s face so that he could stroke the said engines cheek. “I can do that, sure.” He moved closer to the other and it took probably every ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss the Union Pacific. He knew it was probably not the right moment, but it was still so tempting.

[greaseball-thediesel]

An agreeing hum emitted from Greaseball. He still struggled to actually thank somebody else for something, no matter what it was. It wasn’t like he wasn’t grateful. He just wasn’t good at showing or saying that. The diesel hated to not be good at something. It upset him. Perhaps he would be able to thank Electra in a different way? The electric liked sex, right? If it was sex that he wanted for putting up with him, GB would do that. Looking back at the fellow engine, an exhausted expression on his face, the diesel was unsure what to do next.

[electricengine]

Okay, yeah, that was it. Electra for some reason just couldn’t hold back anymore. Even if Greaseball had.. looked better at other occasions, the electric engine didn’t care. It definitely was not enough to stop him from closing she space inbetween their lips and giving the diesel engine a kiss. Instantly, a relieved feeling spread throughout his body. GB was still not a bad kisser, that’s for sure.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t help but kiss back. It just was an instinctive reaction and after all he wanted to show Electra that he was grateful. He wasn’t exactly able to reciprocate the kiss as intensely as he maybe wanted to but he tried his best. Basically forcing out a quiet moan, the diesel pressed himself closer to the electric, immediately trying to deepen the kiss.

[electricengine]

The engine let out a pleased hum at that, his arms moving to wrap around the diesels neck. This was nice. It almost felt comforting. A couple of more seconds passed before Electra ended the kiss with a dainty sigh. In an instant, a smile crossed his face. “I’m surprised that you kiss just as good while being an emotional wreck.” He released a small laugh. “Can’t say the same about myself..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

An ever so small smile appearing on his face, Greaseball simply placed another kiss to Electra’s lips, one hand resting on the other engine’s hip. His fingers very lightly dug into his skin, then almost carefully he let his hand stroke Electra’s side, finally going further down to rest closer to his rear. GB wasn’t exactly sure what he was planning on doing. He’d let the electric engine decide. “Guess I can’t contradict..” the diesel mumbled softly.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a sort of moan into the kiss. He had a hint as to what Greaseball was getting at and honestly, Electra didn’t mind very much. On the contrary, actually. He encouraged it. And to let the diesel know that, he deepened the kiss just a bit and arched his back. If Electra were to be honest, he hadn’t expected the situation to come to this. But, if it made Greaseball feel any better, and he certainly hoped that it would, the electric would comply.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It wasn’t like GB was totally in the mood for sex but it was definetly a distraction. A distraction which also could be quite… entertaining. Well it wasn’t certainly better than more alchohol. Alchohol this night had been a big mistake anyways. Glancing at the electric with a kinda indecisive expression, the diesel went in for another kiss. It was a soft one. None of his usual dominating behaviour seemed to show through and it was almost like he didn’t feel like wanting to take control. It probably was the exhaustion. Or something else. Who was supposed to know after all that happened?!

[electricengine]

Electra most certainly noticed that look in GB’s eyes as he once more was kissed. That made the electric hesitate just a little. He still returned the kiss but he ended it a little quicker than was necessary. Electra actually.. didn’t know what to say… He just once more gently caressed the diesels cheek. Perhaps they should… save this for later. Mostly since he could tell the other engine wasn’t.. one hundred percent for this. Still, the electric engine smiled softly. “You look exhausted.” He commented.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I’m not.” Greaseball immediately replied, a more than necessary serious tone to his deep voice and an almost disappointing look on his face. Electra clearly wanted this but felt like he couldn’t get it because apparently the diesel looked too exhausted. This wasn’t what he had planned. He wanted to please Electra not make him feel like he was being too forward. “I’m good.” he spoke, not really sounding convincing but still wanting to put some effort into the situation. GB pecked the electric’s lips and then went in to kiss his jaw and then neck.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a deep sigh, getting distracted for just a second before placing his hand on the diesels shoulder. “I don’t believe that~” He said in a nonchalant tone. “You can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little bit tired.” Electra shuffled back a little bit, the smile still very present on his face. “You know, I’m just making sure that you want to do this.” His hand slid off of the Union Pacifics shoulder, down his waist. “Please don’t feel like you have to do this~” His voice was strangely sultry for speaking of something like consent. Perhaps to not make it sound as serious as he was actually being.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra of course was right. Greaseball was indeed tired. But he also was frustrated that he couldn’t just have sex without the other noticing something wasn’t right. After all he wanted to do it for the electric engine. “This isn’t even about what I want..” he mumbled, sighed deeply and then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling again. A frustrated diesel could be quite an annoying burden. They both knew that. But GB felt like he couldn’t change that right now. He was simply too emotional in general.

[electricengine]

The electric engine rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Greaseball, cuddling up to his side with an inaudible sigh and draping an arm across his chest. “Don’t be upset, Greaseball.” Electra looked up to said diesel. “Perhaps we can just.. do it tomorrow.” He smiled at the other. “When you’re in a better mood.” Absentmindedly, Electra begun drawing circles on the diesel engines chest. He didn’t realize since he was much too busy with studying Greaseball’s face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only thing GB released was a small hum. It was impossible to make out whether that was a hum of agreement or disagreement and the fact that the diesel didn’t even move, didn’t make that easier at all. Eventually, he glanced at the other’s finger drawing circles on his chest, causing some sort of warm feeling within him which deeply confused him. Greaseball then looked back at Electra, expresion serious but still somewhat vulnerable. “Fine.” he finally mumbled, having realised he’d be of by far more use for the electric when being in a better mood than right now.

[electricengine]

The electrics smile broadened a little bit more at Greaseball’s agreement and Electra shuffled around to get comfortable. “Good!” He chirped, for some reason feeling quite content like this. He was glad to finally get what he’d wanted in the first place. Cuddling. It didn’t surprise the engine to realize that his eyes had closed, or the tiredness that crossed his mind. He felt like he could pass out right then and there.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was quite obvious that after all his struggles and his emotional outburst, Greaseball tried his best to regain control over himself and did his best to behave like he always would even if that was almost impossible. Clearing his throat, the diesel shuffled a bit as he tried to get comfortable, wrapping an arm around Electra aswell to hold him. “You better last long then tomorrow.” GB commented in a deep tone as he closed his eyes aswell, again taking a deep breath. All of this felt.. comfortable. Strangely comfortable. As if the electric belonged there in his arms.

[electricengine]

“Mm. Promise I will~” Electra gave a small laugh, not being capable of wiping the smile off his face, especially not when he felt GB’s arm around him. This was nice, the electric thought. More than nice. Wonderful! He really did cherish this moment. He cherished Greaseball quite a lot as well! The electric engine could feel himself coming closer and closer to sleep. Electra wouldn’t lie, he was more than a little excited about the following day.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel aswell closed his eyes, finally feeling the tiredness kick in. Instinctively he shuffled a bit more to hold Electra closer and more secure, nestling himself on to the electric engine and releasing a soft yawn. Never had the other stayed over night before but GB honestly didn’t mind one bit. Especially not now when he was so comfortable. “Goodnight…” he mumbled quietly and actually was already close to fall asleep.

[electricengine]

The electric engine slept quite soundly through the entire night, feeling more comfortable than ever. When morning came, though, Electra wasn’t as pleased. He didn’t want to wake up. But his systems practically forced him to. With a disgruntled groan, Electra shuffled around a little and stretched his legs. But he didn’t open his eyes, hoping to just fall back asleep.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra would probably be quite displeased once he’d find out that Greaseball was an early bird. Waking up in the morning, the diesel immediately got up and out of bed but at least he had enough decency to not disturb the electric next to him all too much. Still, it had been quite a pleasing feeling waking up next to someone. Someone warm. He liked that which is why he almost regretted getting up already. Since he was wearing no clothes anyways, GB decided he’d take a quick shower and then.. well he’d see what to do then. Eventually Electra would be awake by then aswell. With a sigh, he skated into the bath and got into the shower, turning the cold water on.

[electricengine]

Electra released a dissatisfied sigh as Greaseball got up, but he didn’t bother to actually say something. He didn’t have the energy. The electric rolled over onto his stomach, face down against the mattress. A pillow over his head certainly helped to shut out the sunlight at least, so that was one good thing. And, even with a little struggle and quite a lot of time, the electric engine managed to drift back asleep, even if he’d preferred to have some company. Electra could deal with it.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Though, Greaseball was quick at taking showers, the engine needed quite a while for everything that came afterwards because of course his hair had to look perfect. All the crying from the night before had also caused the skin around his eyes turn red and the bags under his eyes looked horrible aswell which is why he also made use of some makeup. He had to look presentable. Like always. With the towel wrapped around his hips, the diesel entered his bedroom and noticed the electric still asleep, pillow on top of his head. He watched said for a moment before carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, still observing Electra.

[electricengine]

By the time that the diesel was out of the bathroom, Electra was fast asleep. Though something suddenly disturbed him. It felt like he was being watched. The engine shifted a little in his sleep, upset since he was being woken again, and turned over onto his side. He opened his eyes and could see, even with the pillow half over his head, Greaseball on the bed. With a sigh, Electra gave up on trying to sleep anymore and pushed himself up into a sitting position, the pillow falling off to the side. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Greaseball.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was almost as if the diesel didn’t realise he had been staring at the sleeping engine but now that the other was finally awake, there was no reason in bothering anymore. “Nothing.” GB raised his hands dismissively and looked away with a small sigh. For the first time he got to see Electra in such a…. strangely natural way…? It was weird. But not an unpleasant sight. No, he actually.. liked it. “Don’t you wanna get up aswell at some point?!” the engine asked, almost sounding sorta harsh. It wasn’t because he wanted to be mean but rather because Greaseball wanted to forget this night’s breakdown which is why he tried way too hard to act like always.

[electricengine]

“Of course I do.” Electra rolled his eyes and laid back down, still looking at Greaseball though. “When I feel like it. Which isn’t now.” He snorted, shifting to get comfortable on the bed. “What’s with the attitude, hm?” He asked, raising a brow at the diesel. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” The electric huffed out a small laugh. He didn’t get what Greaseball’s deal was, but it was funny notheless. “Don’t blame you. I’ve certainly slept in better beds than this one.” Another small laugh escaped him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“If it’s so bad, I’m not forcing you to keep laying in it..” Greaseball mumbled, almost seeming as if he was in an overly bad mood.. Which he actually wasn’t. Still, there was soemthing bothering him but he was unable to name what it was. It wasn’t Electra, even if that might come off like that. No. With a deep sigh, the diesel got up from his bed and skated over to his wardrobe, deciding to get dressed. What else was he supposed to do?! He wasn’t exactly in the mood to have an argument with an electric which was weird. This normally caught his interest.

[electricengine]

“Mm. True.” He rolled over, now turning his back to the diesel. Electra not bothering to continue talking to GB since he didn’t seem to be very much up to conversing. Though, he didn’t stay very long laying down on the bed. Since he wasn’t planning on falling back asleep, he threw the covers off of himself and scooted over to the edge of the bed. With a low sigh, he stood up and begun getting dressed. Even though Electra always despised putting on old clothes, there wasn’t any other option.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball hated the silence. But he also hated unnecessary conversation. And he most certainly hadn't anything to tell. So what was the point in all of this? They didn't seem to fuck anytime soon, nor did they find anything to talk about. All of this was so useless. And yet, the diesel actually didn't mind electric's presence. For some reason. All of this was simply so confusing. GB soon was done getting dressed and then turned around, watching Electra again as he did the same.

[electricengine]

@greaseball-thediesel

The electric engine felt almost a little dizzy, his breathing still slightly unsteady due to the past.. straining activities with the diesel who was currently laying next to him. Electra shuffled his legs a little and used his forearms to push himself up into a half-sitting position. He didn’t know wether to like or dislike the current silence, which was only filled with the quiet sound of heavy breathing. Electra side-eyed the fellow engine before not-so-subtly shuffling a little closer. Unsurprisingly, the electric had gotten the sudden urge to cuddle. Which wasn’t unusual, he always wanted to do that after sex. But typically with Greaseball, no matter how hard he tried, Electra got shoved away with a hand to the face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Letting out a low sigh, GB ran one hand through his messy hair, debating on whether he immediately wanted to get out of bed or stay for a little while longer. The sex was good, yes. It always was. But the diesel barely even wasted a thought to do anything besides that. Though, as he noticed Electra shuffling closer, the engine glanced at the other, raising one brow. He wasn’t exactly sure what the other wanted but for some reason Greaseball didn’t exactly feel like wanting to get up now, nor did he mind the electric getting closer. He was just totally…. relaxed. “You good?” the diesel spoke, almost sounding amused and voice a little slurred from the earlier intake of alcoholic liquid.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having not expected Greaseball to say anything. Why was unclear. “Yes, very~” The electric instantly drawled, moving even closer as he turned his head to look at GB. An almost smug looking smile crossed his face and swiftly, Electra moved onto his side so he could face Greaseball fully. “What about you?” He asked, mirrorig the diesel engine and raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. Oh, how Electra wanted to touch Greaseball, and even in his drunken state the electric did realize what a… strange urge that was. And it wasn’t anything sexual either! The engine just craved physical contact. He blamed it on the alcohol, like usual.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only answer Greaseball gave was a low hum as he removed his glance from the other engine once more. Something about Electra was almost making him…. feel something..? Well something else than lust. On any other day, GB would have already left the electric’s side again. Would have put some clothes on. At least. But not today. The diesel cleared his throat and with a bit of effort he turned onto his side aswell, eyeing Electra with a sceptical glance. He reached out with one hand, cupping the other’s chin with one hand, gently brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Why exactly he was doing this? He had no clue at all.

[electricengine]

The electric smiled a bit wider at that, reaching up and placing his hand over Greaseball’s. He didn’t know what to say, but he also didn’t know if it was even necessary to speak. Perhaps this was just good enough. Absentmindedly, Electra shuffled a little bit closer again. Why was Greaseball so pretty? Why was this allowed? It couldn’t be. The diesel had to be breaking some type of law. It was only logical. Slowly, Electra begun stroking the back of Greaseball’s hand with his thumb, his smile broadening once more. Why was this so nice?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Now that Electra was so close to him, GB barely had any chance but to admit to himself that he wholeheartedly approved of it. This was new. And he could probably blame it on the alchohol but that didn’t make it less wrong. Greaseball didn’t feel like speaking either. Not at all. And his expression was strangely.. soft. Not judging nor any sort of negative emotion showing off. No, it was a genuine soft expression. Still, he soon removed his hand again, silently laying there and staring at the electric engine in front of him looking incredibly but also scaringly… gorgeous….? Wow, that was one gay thought. Well done GB. Well done.

[electricengine]

Electra couldn’t help but frown as Greaseball pulled away, insistently scooting closer again. The electric wouldn’t be surprised if this was the closest they’d ever been, excluding any time sex was the main goal. “Why’d you stop?” The electric engine asked. He didn’t know why. Electra seemingly didn’t know why he did anything anymore. His hand moved up to cup the diesel engines cheek, like he’d done before, and it took every single ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss him. Which wasn’t a whole lot at all actually. And it was only weakened more by the fact that the electric was the opposite of sober.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The question did surprise GB but he didn’t mind. “Dunno.” was everything he replied, not really putting much effort in holding a proper conversation while on the other hand it was the plain truth. He had no clue what he was doing and why after all. This was probably why the two of them never had sex while being drunk. It would only lead to weird things. And this definetly was weird. Should GB care? Probably. Did he? No. Feeling the electric’s hand on his cheek instantly made the smallest smile appear on his lips, his engine lightly purring at the affection he received. Starlight, he was weak! Especially considering Greaseball usually disliked affectionate touching after sex. Or in literally any other situation. The diesel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts which was totally impossible. Starlight, he was absolutely drunk.

[electricengine]

Electra was surprised as well. But for another reason. Greaseball… didn’t… slap his hand away? “Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” Electra snickered, softly caressing the others cheek as he spoke. Why he was finding this amusing was beyond him. Maybe he was just shocked. The electric pursed his lips, pondering wether he should do something more. GB wasn’t rejecting this small touch. Why not push his luck? At least they would have gotten somewhere. Electra released a soft of pleased hum and gently begun caressing further down, towards the other engines neck, sometimes crossing his shoulder. He did it more to see if GB would let him more than anything else.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel didn’t move an inch, simply enjoying what was offered to him. And that was the electric’s gentle touch which he surprisingly very much appreciated in this moment. “I am, yes.” he replied, a rather playful smirk crossing his lips. Still not moving, GB curiously eyed Electra’s hand moving further down before looking back up to the electric himself. The purr of his own engine by now was more than just audible and Greaseball eventually released an ever so quiet groan. All of this just felt really great.

[electricengine]

“I’m glad.” Did Greaseball care? Probably not. Electra released a dainty sigh, simply because he could, and continued to move his hand. Eventually, the electric engines hand had become simply one finger, which he was trailing down Greaseball’s arm until he found the other engines hand. Electra didn’t hesitate to hold it, his smile broadening once more. His eyes flicked down to look at both of their hands before returning to GB’s face. The electric felt quite proud of himself right now, and it only made him want more.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel’s glance followed Electra’s and with raised brows he eyed their joined hands. He didn’t know… what to think. Actually, nothing made sense to him in that moment but then again he didn’t feel the need to complain or back off either. …So why not just go with it..?! GB looked back up to the electric with an unreadable expression. The engine hesitated but then leaned in to peck the other’s lips. When he backed off again, his expression hadn’t changed. Greaseball rather licked his own lips, as if having to decided whether he liked the kissing part or not.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having instantly forgotten his previous plan after that. A… Kiss. A chaste one at that. Greaseball had to be wasted by now. He didn’t know how to react to that action, simply staring at the diesel in front of himself and holding his hand a little tighter. Perhaps GB had just broken him, yes, that sounded reasonable. After all, the kiss was not. So… Electra was struggling to comprehend it. Struggling so hard, in fact, that he suddenly blurted out a, “Why did you do that?” Oh, Starlight… That sounded stupid. He could hear it in his own voice.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine’s lips parted as if he was about to give a reply to the other’s quetsion but no word at all left his mouth. No, GB actually seemed confused himself. He was drunk indeed but now he actually what he had done just a second ago. Riiiight. He probably wasn’t supposed to do that. That was some affectionate shit that went beyond fucking and this wasn’t what he usually used Electra for. Clearing his throat, Greaseball tried to sound as casual as possible. “Well if ya didn’t like it then uhh- Well then I’ve achieved what I wanted. Yes.” The diesel gave a small nod and eyed Electra.

[electricengine]

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Really, Greaseball should have known better. Electra? Not liking affection? What was GB? Stupid?… Well…. Yes… But still! The engine leaned in a little closer, the two engines noses practically touching by now. “In fact, I felt the complete opposite.” He gave the diesel a quick kiss before moving back to his normal spot again. If he got a rise out of the fellow engine by doing that, that’d be hilarious. If the fellow engine liked it as much as Electra did, that’d be even better.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball barely gave any reaction at all. He simply rested on the spot, not making any sound like he had done earlier already. Electra liked it. Good. And.. if he was completely honest.. He didn’t dislike it…? “Well..” he mumbled after a while and shoot his glance back down to their still joined hands. All of this was so awkward. Why did he let this happen?! He had just wanted a good fuck! But soon the diesel realised that he was too drunk and too exhausted to actually care that much. Why not enjoy what was offered to him?! “Fuck it..” he spoke quietly and then leaned over the electric engine a little to properly kiss him.

[electricengine]

Electra let out a hum which was a blend between surprise and appreciation. That was the last thing the electric had expected to be honest. Though, his surprise didn’t stop him from eagerly returning the kiss as the smile on his face spread. Wether it was a happy smile or a smug one was unclear. Perhaps it was both. He leaned in a little closer, the hand holding Greaseball’s giving a small squeeze, before pulling back. “You’re quite the good kisser.” Electra commented. Of course, they’d kissed a few times before, but this really wasn’t the same thing. No, not at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I know.” he replied, a small smile on his lips before he leaned back in to kiss Electra yet again. This was……. surprisingly nice. Absolutely. Though, what surprised the diesel was that by no means did he feel up for another round of sex. He usually always was. Especially when kisisng. But this was…. different. Still, he was unsure whether he’d regret this the next morning or not. And yet there was only one way to find out. A very quiet groan emitted from Greaseball which he gladly released into their kiss. This was good. Yes. Somehow.

[electricengine]

One of the electric engines hands moved to cup Greaseball’s cheek. Well, this certainly wasn’t bad. And Electra certainly wasn’t complaining. No, of course not. He was quite surprised at the sound that left the diesel engine but he quickly reciprocated it by letting out a moan. Eventually, he begun deepening the kiss, tilting his head to the side just a little bit. Electra started pondering if he was even awake right now. This was probably just some strange dream, right?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t quite believe how much he had actually missed this. He hadn’t been in an actual relationship for such a long time and therefore never really had any actual affectionate contact to another train. It always was plain fucking. But this… It was different. As Electra deepened the kiss, the diesel was unable to hide how invested he got into this kiss. He never wanted it to end. It was so so good. Being so close to the electric was good. Yes. Breaking the kiss for a moment to breathe, GB couldn’t help but stare into those beautiful eyes and– “Damn!” he choked out under his breath. He should really stop these gay thoughts.

[electricengine]

A sigh escaped the electric as soon as the kiss ended, one hand caressing the other engines cheek now. He quirked a brow as Greaseball swore, uttering a, “Is something wrong?” He really hoped that the diesel hadn’t regretted his choices right now, because the last thing Electra wanted to do was stop. After all, kissing Greaseball was more than nice. It was wonderful. Which was a slight surprise to him, if he’d be honest. Still, a very pleasant one.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Yes- I-I mean. No. Of course not. What should be wrong?” The diesel cleared his throat and his usual serious expression returned to his face. As if being uncertain what to do next, GB laid back down onto his back, crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at the ceiling. Actually, he felt like wanting to continue kissing the electric but he knew it wasn’t right. Should he care? The silence was awkward. Maybe he should talk? “How are you?” he asked, not moving an inch. It was the only thing to say that came up in his stupid mind right now.

[electricengine]

Electra frowned a little bit as Greaseball moved off of him, pushing himself up a little with his forearms, he looked to the other engine. And then a confused expression crossed his face. What in the world was going on in that diesels head? “I’m… Fine. But you’re obviously not.” The electric didn’t make a move to come closer, he didn’t move at all. “Are you absolutely sure everything’s okay?” Electra didn’t know if this was the appropriate or okay thing to do, questioning GB this much.. But for some reason he felt like he had to… Like he cared about how Greaseball felt.

[greaseball-thediesel]

A groan emitted from Greaseball and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples. “I’m good.” He then removed his hands again and looked at Electra, unsure what exactly to do or say. “I just-” God, this alchohol was making him do and say silly things and he should probably just leave. Wait, this was his own house. Well he could leave anyways. But he’d have to put clothes on first and then- He’d have to get Electra to leave? But he actually didn’t want this and.. This was by far too exhausting. He’d just stay in bed. With Electra. Right. “I just haven’t done this in a long time.” He groaned again. Out of frustration.

[electricengine]

“It’s okay.” Electra said simply, laying back down with a nearly inaudible sigh. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about something like this. It was bound to happen eventually. “I can leave if you want me to.” The electric engine looked away. He’d been stupid to get his hopes up- No. You didn’t get your hopes up for anything. Electra got the sudden urge to apologize. But, of course, he didn’t. That’d be stupid. There was nothing to apologize for. Plus, he’d just look dumb doing it. Best staying quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel was silent for a short moment before speaking up. “No.” he spoke, almost whispering. “Don’t leave.” Greaseball still didn’t dare to look at Electra next to him, his mind being filled with all kind of questions and worries. This wasn’t… okay. He cleared his throat. “You know.. fucking is one thing. I’m good at that. But this…? I’m not sure if I’m–” What even wasn’t he sure of?! The engine had no clue.

[electricengine]

Electras eyebrows furrowed. “What are you not sure about?- Like… If you want this?” The engine guessed, eyes fixated on another part of the room. It sounded reasonable. “Whatever it is, Greaseball, it’s okay…” Had GB even come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to… Well… The same gender? Was that the issue??- The electric didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to upset the other. GB would talk about it if he wanted to.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Sorta…?” It probably was his drunkness which allowed him to talk to Electra this freely but it somehow felt relieving. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the diesel sighed. “You make everything seem so easy when it actually…. isn’t…? It’s frustrating!” It was almost like GB tried to blame the other for something he wasn’t responsible for. It wasn’t the electric’s fault that he had a problem with his sexuality but Greaseball was still Greaseball so there had to be some sort of… tension. Still, he didn’t want to be mean. That wasn’t his intention. He just was… frustrated.

[electricengine]

“Make what seem easy?” The engine finally turned to look at Greaseball again. “Being myself?” He quirked a brow at the Union Pacific and then paused before saying anything else. “It’s just something you have to get used to. Yourself that is. Not exactly like you can change who you are.” Electra turned away again. He didn’t want to lecture GB about this stuff. But he also just wanted to help him. It felt frustrating.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Don’t you understand that this is not who I am?!” Greaseball looked back at Electra, expression extremely serious. “I was never supposed to be this way and I never expected to be this way. I can’t just….. accept this and be all happy with my life like this.” By now, the diesel simply felt helpless. Vulnerable even. He hated this. He actually craved some… comfort…? Letting out a frustrated sigh, he looked back up to the ceiling. “Why am I even… telling you all of this?! It’s not like you’d understand..”

[electricengine]

“It obviously is who you are!” He sat up entirely, turning his body to stare at Greaseball. “Darling, there’s nothing you can do about it! You have to at least try and understand that maybe even if you didn’t expect it or wasn’t supposed to be like this, you are. There’s nothing wrong with being who you are.” The electric engine moved a little closer. “Trying to… Suppress that, or.. Just flat out denying it will only do you harm. I can promise you that. I’ve heard so many stories of people trying to deal with it like you are and they only became truly happy when they accepted themselves!” Electra knew he’d just said he wasn’t going to lecture GB but he just couldn’t help himself. He felt bad for the other and that he felt that way. The electric engine nearly felt like it was his fault… Since he’d been the one enabling all of this.

[greaseball-thediesel]

He couldn’t help but stare up at Electra once the other had sat up. It was the alchohol. It must be the alchohol. But when hearing the engine’s words, there was actually some sort of… pain… GB felt..? He knew he was telling the truth. And this was what hurt the most. Without noticing it, the diesel engine’s eyes slightly teared up, words unable to leave his lips. He didn’t know what to say anyways. He was being pathetic. In front of Electra. Great. “I just…. can’t. I-I’m sorry..” Greaseball’s voice was quiet, a whisper almost. He knew he’d never be able to accept this side of him. It just wasn’t supposed to be that way.

[electricengine]

As soon as Electra noticed the tears forming in Greaseball’s eyes, he could feel his heart shattering. “Oh- Darling, no, please don’t cry!” He instantly wrapped his arms around the diesel engine, not caring if the other protested or not. He was going to hold the other until he stopped crying, the electric had decided. And perhaps a little longer after that. Electra would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel himself tearing up a little as well. He couldn’t help but feel emotional. And the alcohol certainly didn’t help. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. I should have never brought any of this up in the first place-” He gave the diesel a small squeeze. “I’m sorry-..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

At first there was a troubling feeling inside of him when Electra hugged him but actually… It didn’t feel bad. Not at all. It was.. comforting. And so Greaseball soon found himself holding on to the electric engine, eyes pressed shut, trying as hard as he could not to lose control all too much. He couldn’t. The diesel was obviously tensed up, not relaxing at all. “It’s not your fault!” he managed to get out, a quiet sob escaping aswell in that process. The hold he got on Electra grew a bit firmer, a bit more desperate. “Don’t leave-”

[electricengine]

“I won’t, darling, I promise..” Electra held onto the diesel like his life depended on it. And it really felt like it did. The engine did still feel like it was his fault, but he decided to not mention that. In fact, the electric didn’t feel like talking at all. Mostly since he was much too busy focusing on crying as silently as possible. And that was quite the straining task. It still felt good for him, to hug GB. He’d never done it before in his life. And even though their first hug wasn’t exactly during the most wonderful of times, he was still glad that he’d managed to get somewhere with him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It felt like hours they rested like this and eventually, yeah.. eventually Greaseball managed to calm down a little and relax. Relax into Electra’s embrace. Burying his face to the other engine, his breathing pattern slowed down again. It felt strangely good to hug someone like this. To hug Electra like this. Even if he had never done it before. It was soothing. And he felt sorta… secure. There was an ever so quiet whimper escaping his lips and GB couldn’t help but hate himself even more because of it.

[electricengine]

The electric engine didn’t know what to say now. He didn’t even know if there was anything appropriate to say now. He wanted to ask if GB was feeling any better but he wasn’t crying anymore so that was an obvious yes. Slowly, Electra managed to manoeuvre them back down onto the bed so that they were laying. This was nice. If Electra wasn’t worrying about GB so much, he could’ve probably fallen asleep like this. A sudden thought struck Electra, and it took every ounce if willpower in his body not to say it out loud. He knew it was true, but he knew he shouldn’t say it. Not now. Maybe it was obvious? Perhaps. Electra didn’t know. All he did know is that he shouldn’t tell GB yet. Yet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball baiscally cuddled on to the electric engine, hiding his face in his chest. He wasn’t exactly sure if he felt relieved because he finally got those thoughts out or if he should feel extremely troubled due to his still lasting problem with his life situation. Eventually, he soon spoke up quietly, not yet feeling the need to move or distance himself from Electra. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I-I know we haven’t always but– Sorry.”

[electricengine]

“It’s okay, Greaseball. Don’t worry..” Electra slowly begun stroking the others back, his eyes closing for a moment. “Just try and relax for now… I don’t want you-.. working yourself up again..” The electric pulled the fellow diesel a little bit closer to himself, his grip around the other never loosening. The last thing Electra wanted was to let go of Greaseball, that he was sure about. And for many reasons too.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The big diesel released a shaky breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He felt so sick. And stupid. Useless even. Soon Greaseball had fully relaxed into Electra’s embrace, his breathing slow. Silently he was wondering what actually happened that he ended up like this. Never had he experienced such a massive outburst of emotions. If his father could see him like this, he’d be dead and his mother– The engine tensed up again, a small sound emitting from him, sounding almost scared.

[electricengine]

Electra tried his best not to release a relieved sigh as he felt Greaseball relax in his arms, he himself finally calming down as well. Though that didn’t last very long and as soon as he sensed that Greaseball had.. upset himself again, a small hush emitted from Electra as he once again begun stroking GB’s back. “Relax, darling.. I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about..” The electric didn’t know wether or not his attempts at helping the diesel actually worked or not but he figured it was better to try than not do it at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

And again, Electra made it sound so easy. So welcoming almost. Greaseball was exhausted. He wanted to relax. He really did. But he also knew that the electric engine couldn’t stay forever. “I’m trying…” he mumbled quietly, a shaky sigh emitting from him. The electric’s hand on his back felt.. nice. Very soothing. He didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. “For.. how much longer can you stay…?” GB suddenly asked in a careful manner. Electra had an own home and a bunch of trucks waiting for him, he surely had better things to do than comfort a big crying dumbass.

[electricengine]

“For however long you want me to.” Electra replied, his voice low. It felt strange to prioritize Greaseball over his own components, but right now, they could wait. They were all fine and happy. GB was… Not. It was true, that the electric engine would stay for as much time needed. Electra still couldn’t believe that he.. Actually cares. That he felt more than just attraction to Greaseball. Or.. well… More than sexual attraction. “For how long do you want me to stay, dear?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Carefully, Greaseball looked up to Electra for a short moment before removing his eyes from the other’s face again, feeling all vulnerable. “I don’t know.” he replied, instinctively trying to get a bit closer to the electric even if that was completely impossible. “Long…?” Well yeah that wasn’t really a useful reply. And it sounded more like a question. But it was everything he could think of.

[electricengine]

“What a specific answer.” Electra smiled, moving one of his hands up to Greaseball’s face so that he could stroke the said engines cheek. “I can do that, sure.” He moved closer to the other and it took probably every ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss the Union Pacific. He knew it was probably not the right moment, but it was still so tempting.

[greaseball-thediesel]

An agreeing hum emitted from Greaseball. He still struggled to actually thank somebody else for something, no matter what it was. It wasn’t like he wasn’t grateful. He just wasn’t good at showing or saying that. The diesel hated to not be good at something. It upset him. Perhaps he would be able to thank Electra in a different way? The electric liked sex, right? If it was sex that he wanted for putting up with him, GB would do that. Looking back at the fellow engine, an exhausted expression on his face, the diesel was unsure what to do next.

[electricengine]

Okay, yeah, that was it. Electra for some reason just couldn’t hold back anymore. Even if Greaseball had.. looked better at other occasions, the electric engine didn’t care. It definitely was not enough to stop him from closing she space inbetween their lips and giving the diesel engine a kiss. Instantly, a relieved feeling spread throughout his body. GB was still not a bad kisser, that’s for sure.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t help but kiss back. It just was an instinctive reaction and after all he wanted to show Electra that he was grateful. He wasn’t exactly able to reciprocate the kiss as intensely as he maybe wanted to but he tried his best. Basically forcing out a quiet moan, the diesel pressed himself closer to the electric, immediately trying to deepen the kiss.

[electricengine]

The engine let out a pleased hum at that, his arms moving to wrap around the diesels neck. This was nice. It almost felt comforting. A couple of more seconds passed before Electra ended the kiss with a dainty sigh. In an instant, a smile crossed his face. “I’m surprised that you kiss just as good while being an emotional wreck.” He released a small laugh. “Can’t say the same about myself..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

An ever so small smile appearing on his face, Greaseball simply placed another kiss to Electra’s lips, one hand resting on the other engine’s hip. His fingers very lightly dug into his skin, then almost carefully he let his hand stroke Electra’s side, finally going further down to rest closer to his rear. GB wasn’t exactly sure what he was planning on doing. He’d let the electric engine decide. “Guess I can’t contradict..” the diesel mumbled softly.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a sort of moan into the kiss. He had a hint as to what Greaseball was getting at and honestly, Electra didn’t mind very much. On the contrary, actually. He encouraged it. And to let the diesel know that, he deepened the kiss just a bit and arched his back. If Electra were to be honest, he hadn’t expected the situation to come to this. But, if it made Greaseball feel any better, and he certainly hoped that it would, the electric would comply.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It wasn’t like GB was totally in the mood for sex but it was definetly a distraction. A distraction which also could be quite… entertaining. Well it wasn’t certainly better than more alchohol. Alchohol this night had been a big mistake anyways. Glancing at the electric with a kinda indecisive expression, the diesel went in for another kiss. It was a soft one. None of his usual dominating behaviour seemed to show through and it was almost like he didn’t feel like wanting to take control. It probably was the exhaustion. Or something else. Who was supposed to know after all that happened?!

[electricengine]

Electra most certainly noticed that look in GB’s eyes as he once more was kissed. That made the electric hesitate just a little. He still returned the kiss but he ended it a little quicker than was necessary. Electra actually.. didn’t know what to say… He just once more gently caressed the diesels cheek. Perhaps they should… save this for later. Mostly since he could tell the other engine wasn’t.. one hundred percent for this. Still, the electric engine smiled softly. “You look exhausted.” He commented.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I’m not.” Greaseball immediately replied, a more than necessary serious tone to his deep voice and an almost disappointing look on his face. Electra clearly wanted this but felt like he couldn’t get it because apparently the diesel looked too exhausted. This wasn’t what he had planned. He wanted to please Electra not make him feel like he was being too forward. “I’m good.” he spoke, not really sounding convincing but still wanting to put some effort into the situation. GB pecked the electric’s lips and then went in to kiss his jaw and then neck.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a deep sigh, getting distracted for just a second before placing his hand on the diesels shoulder. “I don’t believe that~” He said in a nonchalant tone. “You can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little bit tired.” Electra shuffled back a little bit, the smile still very present on his face. “You know, I’m just making sure that you want to do this.” His hand slid off of the Union Pacifics shoulder, down his waist. “Please don’t feel like you have to do this~” His voice was strangely sultry for speaking of something like consent. Perhaps to not make it sound as serious as he was actually being.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra of course was right. Greaseball was indeed tired. But he also was frustrated that he couldn’t just have sex without the other noticing something wasn’t right. After all he wanted to do it for the electric engine. “This isn’t even about what I want..” he mumbled, sighed deeply and then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling again. A frustrated diesel could be quite an annoying burden. They both knew that. But GB felt like he couldn’t change that right now. He was simply too emotional in general.

[electricengine]

The electric engine rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Greaseball, cuddling up to his side with an inaudible sigh and draping an arm across his chest. “Don’t be upset, Greaseball.” Electra looked up to said diesel. “Perhaps we can just.. do it tomorrow.” He smiled at the other. “When you’re in a better mood.” Absentmindedly, Electra begun drawing circles on the diesel engines chest. He didn’t realize since he was much too busy with studying Greaseball’s face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only thing GB released was a small hum. It was impossible to make out whether that was a hum of agreement or disagreement and the fact that the diesel didn’t even move, didn’t make that easier at all. Eventually, he glanced at the other’s finger drawing circles on his chest, causing some sort of warm feeling within him which deeply confused him. Greaseball then looked back at Electra, expresion serious but still somewhat vulnerable. “Fine.” he finally mumbled, having realised he’d be of by far more use for the electric when being in a better mood than right now.

[electricengine]

The electrics smile broadened a little bit more at Greaseball’s agreement and Electra shuffled around to get comfortable. “Good!” He chirped, for some reason feeling quite content like this. He was glad to finally get what he’d wanted in the first place. Cuddling. It didn’t surprise the engine to realize that his eyes had closed, or the tiredness that crossed his mind. He felt like he could pass out right then and there.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was quite obvious that after all his struggles and his emotional outburst, Greaseball tried his best to regain control over himself and did his best to behave like he always would even if that was almost impossible. Clearing his throat, the diesel shuffled a bit as he tried to get comfortable, wrapping an arm around Electra aswell to hold him. “You better last long then tomorrow.” GB commented in a deep tone as he closed his eyes aswell, again taking a deep breath. All of this felt.. comfortable. Strangely comfortable. As if the electric belonged there in his arms.

[electricengine]

“Mm. Promise I will~” Electra gave a small laugh, not being capable of wiping the smile off his face, especially not when he felt GB’s arm around him. This was nice, the electric thought. More than nice. Wonderful! He really did cherish this moment. He cherished Greaseball quite a lot as well! The electric engine could feel himself coming closer and closer to sleep. Electra wouldn’t lie, he was more than a little excited about the following day.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel aswell closed his eyes, finally feeling the tiredness kick in. Instinctively he shuffled a bit more to hold Electra closer and more secure, nestling himself on to the electric engine and releasing a soft yawn. Never had the other stayed over night before but GB honestly didn’t mind one bit. Especially not now when he was so comfortable. “Goodnight…” he mumbled quietly and actually was already close to fall asleep.

[electricengine]

The electric engine slept quite soundly through the entire night, feeling more comfortable than ever. When morning came, though, Electra wasn’t as pleased. He didn’t want to wake up. But his systems practically forced him to. With a disgruntled groan, Electra shuffled around a little and stretched his legs. But he didn’t open his eyes, hoping to just fall back asleep.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra would probably be quite displeased once he’d find out that Greaseball was an early bird. Waking up in the morning, the diesel immediately got up and out of bed but at least he had enough decency to not disturb the electric next to him all too much. Still, it had been quite a pleasing feeling waking up next to someone. Someone warm. He liked that which is why he almost regretted getting up already. Since he was wearing no clothes anyways, GB decided he’d take a quick shower and then.. well he’d see what to do then. Eventually Electra would be awake by then aswell. With a sigh, he skated into the bath and got into the shower, turning the cold water on.

[electricengine]

Electra released a dissatisfied sigh as Greaseball got up, but he didn’t bother to actually say something. He didn’t have the energy. The electric rolled over onto his stomach, face down against the mattress. A pillow over his head certainly helped to shut out the sunlight at least, so that was one good thing. And, even with a little struggle and quite a lot of time, the electric engine managed to drift back asleep, even if he’d preferred to have some company. Electra could deal with it.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Though, Greaseball was quick at taking showers, the engine needed quite a while for everything that came afterwards because of course his hair had to look perfect. All the crying from the night before had also caused the skin around his eyes turn red and the bags under his eyes looked horrible aswell which is why he also made use of some makeup. He had to look presentable. Like always. With the towel wrapped around his hips, the diesel entered his bedroom and noticed the electric still asleep, pillow on top of his head. He watched said for a moment before carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, still observing Electra.

[electricengine]

By the time that the diesel was out of the bathroom, Electra was fast asleep. Though something suddenly disturbed him. It felt like he was being watched. The engine shifted a little in his sleep, upset since he was being woken again, and turned over onto his side. He opened his eyes and could see, even with the pillow half over his head, Greaseball on the bed. With a sigh, Electra gave up on trying to sleep anymore and pushed himself up into a sitting position, the pillow falling off to the side. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Greaseball.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was almost as if the diesel didn’t realise he had been staring at the sleeping engine but now that the other was finally awake, there was no reason in bothering anymore. “Nothing.” GB raised his hands dismissively and looked away with a small sigh. For the first time he got to see Electra in such a…. strangely natural way…? It was weird. But not an unpleasant sight. No, he actually.. liked it. “Don’t you wanna get up aswell at some point?!” the engine asked, almost sounding sorta harsh. It wasn’t because he wanted to be mean but rather because Greaseball wanted to forget this night’s breakdown which is why he tried way too hard to act like always.

[electricengine]

“Of course I do.” Electra rolled his eyes and laid back down, still looking at Greaseball though. “When I feel like it. Which isn’t now.” He snorted, shifting to get comfortable on the bed. “What’s with the attitude, hm?” He asked, raising a brow at the diesel. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” The electric huffed out a small laugh. He didn’t get what Greaseball’s deal was, but it was funny notheless. “Don’t blame you. I’ve certainly slept in better beds than this one.” Another small laugh escaped him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

"If it's so bad, I'm not forcing you to keep laying in it.." Greaseball mumbled, almost seeming as if he was in an overly bad mood.. Which he actually wasn't. Still, there was soemthing bothering him but he was unable to name what it was. It wasn't Electra, even if that might come off like that. No. With a deep sigh, the diesel got up from his bed and skated over to his wardrobe, deciding to get dressed. What else was he supposed to do?! He wasn't exactly in the mood to have an argument with an electric which was weird. This normally caught his interest.

[electricengine]

@greaseball-thediesel

The electric engine felt almost a little dizzy, his breathing still slightly unsteady due to the past.. straining activities with the diesel who was currently laying next to him. Electra shuffled his legs a little and used his forearms to push himself up into a half-sitting position. He didn’t know wether to like or dislike the current silence, which was only filled with the quiet sound of heavy breathing. Electra side-eyed the fellow engine before not-so-subtly shuffling a little closer. Unsurprisingly, the electric had gotten the sudden urge to cuddle. Which wasn’t unusual, he always wanted to do that after sex. But typically with Greaseball, no matter how hard he tried, Electra got shoved away with a hand to the face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Letting out a low sigh, GB ran one hand through his messy hair, debating on whether he immediately wanted to get out of bed or stay for a little while longer. The sex was good, yes. It always was. But the diesel barely even wasted a thought to do anything besides that. Though, as he noticed Electra shuffling closer, the engine glanced at the other, raising one brow. He wasn’t exactly sure what the other wanted but for some reason Greaseball didn’t exactly feel like wanting to get up now, nor did he mind the electric getting closer. He was just totally…. relaxed. “You good?” the diesel spoke, almost sounding amused and voice a little slurred from the earlier intake of alcoholic liquid.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having not expected Greaseball to say anything. Why was unclear. “Yes, very~” The electric instantly drawled, moving even closer as he turned his head to look at GB. An almost smug looking smile crossed his face and swiftly, Electra moved onto his side so he could face Greaseball fully. “What about you?” He asked, mirrorig the diesel engine and raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. Oh, how Electra wanted to touch Greaseball, and even in his drunken state the electric did realize what a… strange urge that was. And it wasn’t anything sexual either! The engine just craved physical contact. He blamed it on the alcohol, like usual.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only answer Greaseball gave was a low hum as he removed his glance from the other engine once more. Something about Electra was almost making him…. feel something..? Well something else than lust. On any other day, GB would have already left the electric’s side again. Would have put some clothes on. At least. But not today. The diesel cleared his throat and with a bit of effort he turned onto his side aswell, eyeing Electra with a sceptical glance. He reached out with one hand, cupping the other’s chin with one hand, gently brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Why exactly he was doing this? He had no clue at all.

[electricengine]

The electric smiled a bit wider at that, reaching up and placing his hand over Greaseball’s. He didn’t know what to say, but he also didn’t know if it was even necessary to speak. Perhaps this was just good enough. Absentmindedly, Electra shuffled a little bit closer again. Why was Greaseball so pretty? Why was this allowed? It couldn’t be. The diesel had to be breaking some type of law. It was only logical. Slowly, Electra begun stroking the back of Greaseball’s hand with his thumb, his smile broadening once more. Why was this so nice?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Now that Electra was so close to him, GB barely had any chance but to admit to himself that he wholeheartedly approved of it. This was new. And he could probably blame it on the alchohol but that didn’t make it less wrong. Greaseball didn’t feel like speaking either. Not at all. And his expression was strangely.. soft. Not judging nor any sort of negative emotion showing off. No, it was a genuine soft expression. Still, he soon removed his hand again, silently laying there and staring at the electric engine in front of him looking incredibly but also scaringly… gorgeous….? Wow, that was one gay thought. Well done GB. Well done.

[electricengine]

Electra couldn’t help but frown as Greaseball pulled away, insistently scooting closer again. The electric wouldn’t be surprised if this was the closest they’d ever been, excluding any time sex was the main goal. “Why’d you stop?” The electric engine asked. He didn’t know why. Electra seemingly didn’t know why he did anything anymore. His hand moved up to cup the diesel engines cheek, like he’d done before, and it took every single ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss him. Which wasn’t a whole lot at all actually. And it was only weakened more by the fact that the electric was the opposite of sober.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The question did surprise GB but he didn’t mind. “Dunno.” was everything he replied, not really putting much effort in holding a proper conversation while on the other hand it was the plain truth. He had no clue what he was doing and why after all. This was probably why the two of them never had sex while being drunk. It would only lead to weird things. And this definetly was weird. Should GB care? Probably. Did he? No. Feeling the electric’s hand on his cheek instantly made the smallest smile appear on his lips, his engine lightly purring at the affection he received. Starlight, he was weak! Especially considering Greaseball usually disliked affectionate touching after sex. Or in literally any other situation. The diesel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts which was totally impossible. Starlight, he was absolutely drunk.

[electricengine]

Electra was surprised as well. But for another reason. Greaseball… didn’t… slap his hand away? “Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” Electra snickered, softly caressing the others cheek as he spoke. Why he was finding this amusing was beyond him. Maybe he was just shocked. The electric pursed his lips, pondering wether he should do something more. GB wasn’t rejecting this small touch. Why not push his luck? At least they would have gotten somewhere. Electra released a soft of pleased hum and gently begun caressing further down, towards the other engines neck, sometimes crossing his shoulder. He did it more to see if GB would let him more than anything else.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel didn’t move an inch, simply enjoying what was offered to him. And that was the electric’s gentle touch which he surprisingly very much appreciated in this moment. “I am, yes.” he replied, a rather playful smirk crossing his lips. Still not moving, GB curiously eyed Electra’s hand moving further down before looking back up to the electric himself. The purr of his own engine by now was more than just audible and Greaseball eventually released an ever so quiet groan. All of this just felt really great.

[electricengine]

“I’m glad.” Did Greaseball care? Probably not. Electra released a dainty sigh, simply because he could, and continued to move his hand. Eventually, the electric engines hand had become simply one finger, which he was trailing down Greaseball’s arm until he found the other engines hand. Electra didn’t hesitate to hold it, his smile broadening once more. His eyes flicked down to look at both of their hands before returning to GB’s face. The electric felt quite proud of himself right now, and it only made him want more.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel’s glance followed Electra’s and with raised brows he eyed their joined hands. He didn’t know… what to think. Actually, nothing made sense to him in that moment but then again he didn’t feel the need to complain or back off either. …So why not just go with it..?! GB looked back up to the electric with an unreadable expression. The engine hesitated but then leaned in to peck the other’s lips. When he backed off again, his expression hadn’t changed. Greaseball rather licked his own lips, as if having to decided whether he liked the kissing part or not.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having instantly forgotten his previous plan after that. A… Kiss. A chaste one at that. Greaseball had to be wasted by now. He didn’t know how to react to that action, simply staring at the diesel in front of himself and holding his hand a little tighter. Perhaps GB had just broken him, yes, that sounded reasonable. After all, the kiss was not. So… Electra was struggling to comprehend it. Struggling so hard, in fact, that he suddenly blurted out a, “Why did you do that?” Oh, Starlight… That sounded stupid. He could hear it in his own voice.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine’s lips parted as if he was about to give a reply to the other’s quetsion but no word at all left his mouth. No, GB actually seemed confused himself. He was drunk indeed but now he actually what he had done just a second ago. Riiiight. He probably wasn’t supposed to do that. That was some affectionate shit that went beyond fucking and this wasn’t what he usually used Electra for. Clearing his throat, Greaseball tried to sound as casual as possible. “Well if ya didn’t like it then uhh- Well then I’ve achieved what I wanted. Yes.” The diesel gave a small nod and eyed Electra.

[electricengine]

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Really, Greaseball should have known better. Electra? Not liking affection? What was GB? Stupid?… Well…. Yes… But still! The engine leaned in a little closer, the two engines noses practically touching by now. “In fact, I felt the complete opposite.” He gave the diesel a quick kiss before moving back to his normal spot again. If he got a rise out of the fellow engine by doing that, that’d be hilarious. If the fellow engine liked it as much as Electra did, that’d be even better.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball barely gave any reaction at all. He simply rested on the spot, not making any sound like he had done earlier already. Electra liked it. Good. And.. if he was completely honest.. He didn’t dislike it…? “Well..” he mumbled after a while and shoot his glance back down to their still joined hands. All of this was so awkward. Why did he let this happen?! He had just wanted a good fuck! But soon the diesel realised that he was too drunk and too exhausted to actually care that much. Why not enjoy what was offered to him?! “Fuck it..” he spoke quietly and then leaned over the electric engine a little to properly kiss him.

[electricengine]

Electra let out a hum which was a blend between surprise and appreciation. That was the last thing the electric had expected to be honest. Though, his surprise didn’t stop him from eagerly returning the kiss as the smile on his face spread. Wether it was a happy smile or a smug one was unclear. Perhaps it was both. He leaned in a little closer, the hand holding Greaseball’s giving a small squeeze, before pulling back. “You’re quite the good kisser.” Electra commented. Of course, they’d kissed a few times before, but this really wasn’t the same thing. No, not at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I know.” he replied, a small smile on his lips before he leaned back in to kiss Electra yet again. This was……. surprisingly nice. Absolutely. Though, what surprised the diesel was that by no means did he feel up for another round of sex. He usually always was. Especially when kisisng. But this was…. different. Still, he was unsure whether he’d regret this the next morning or not. And yet there was only one way to find out. A very quiet groan emitted from Greaseball which he gladly released into their kiss. This was good. Yes. Somehow.

[electricengine]

One of the electric engines hands moved to cup Greaseball’s cheek. Well, this certainly wasn’t bad. And Electra certainly wasn’t complaining. No, of course not. He was quite surprised at the sound that left the diesel engine but he quickly reciprocated it by letting out a moan. Eventually, he begun deepening the kiss, tilting his head to the side just a little bit. Electra started pondering if he was even awake right now. This was probably just some strange dream, right?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t quite believe how much he had actually missed this. He hadn’t been in an actual relationship for such a long time and therefore never really had any actual affectionate contact to another train. It always was plain fucking. But this… It was different. As Electra deepened the kiss, the diesel was unable to hide how invested he got into this kiss. He never wanted it to end. It was so so good. Being so close to the electric was good. Yes. Breaking the kiss for a moment to breathe, GB couldn’t help but stare into those beautiful eyes and– “Damn!” he choked out under his breath. He should really stop these gay thoughts.

[electricengine]

A sigh escaped the electric as soon as the kiss ended, one hand caressing the other engines cheek now. He quirked a brow as Greaseball swore, uttering a, “Is something wrong?” He really hoped that the diesel hadn’t regretted his choices right now, because the last thing Electra wanted to do was stop. After all, kissing Greaseball was more than nice. It was wonderful. Which was a slight surprise to him, if he’d be honest. Still, a very pleasant one.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Yes- I-I mean. No. Of course not. What should be wrong?” The diesel cleared his throat and his usual serious expression returned to his face. As if being uncertain what to do next, GB laid back down onto his back, crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at the ceiling. Actually, he felt like wanting to continue kissing the electric but he knew it wasn’t right. Should he care? The silence was awkward. Maybe he should talk? “How are you?” he asked, not moving an inch. It was the only thing to say that came up in his stupid mind right now.

[electricengine]

Electra frowned a little bit as Greaseball moved off of him, pushing himself up a little with his forearms, he looked to the other engine. And then a confused expression crossed his face. What in the world was going on in that diesels head? “I’m… Fine. But you’re obviously not.” The electric didn’t make a move to come closer, he didn’t move at all. “Are you absolutely sure everything’s okay?” Electra didn’t know if this was the appropriate or okay thing to do, questioning GB this much.. But for some reason he felt like he had to… Like he cared about how Greaseball felt.

[greaseball-thediesel]

A groan emitted from Greaseball and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples. “I’m good.” He then removed his hands again and looked at Electra, unsure what exactly to do or say. “I just-” God, this alchohol was making him do and say silly things and he should probably just leave. Wait, this was his own house. Well he could leave anyways. But he’d have to put clothes on first and then- He’d have to get Electra to leave? But he actually didn’t want this and.. This was by far too exhausting. He’d just stay in bed. With Electra. Right. “I just haven’t done this in a long time.” He groaned again. Out of frustration.

[electricengine]

“It’s okay.” Electra said simply, laying back down with a nearly inaudible sigh. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about something like this. It was bound to happen eventually. “I can leave if you want me to.” The electric engine looked away. He’d been stupid to get his hopes up- No. You didn’t get your hopes up for anything. Electra got the sudden urge to apologize. But, of course, he didn’t. That’d be stupid. There was nothing to apologize for. Plus, he’d just look dumb doing it. Best staying quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel was silent for a short moment before speaking up. “No.” he spoke, almost whispering. “Don’t leave.” Greaseball still didn’t dare to look at Electra next to him, his mind being filled with all kind of questions and worries. This wasn’t… okay. He cleared his throat. “You know.. fucking is one thing. I’m good at that. But this…? I’m not sure if I’m–” What even wasn’t he sure of?! The engine had no clue.

[electricengine]

Electras eyebrows furrowed. “What are you not sure about?- Like… If you want this?” The engine guessed, eyes fixated on another part of the room. It sounded reasonable. “Whatever it is, Greaseball, it’s okay…” Had GB even come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to… Well… The same gender? Was that the issue??- The electric didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to upset the other. GB would talk about it if he wanted to.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Sorta…?” It probably was his drunkness which allowed him to talk to Electra this freely but it somehow felt relieving. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the diesel sighed. “You make everything seem so easy when it actually…. isn’t…? It’s frustrating!” It was almost like GB tried to blame the other for something he wasn’t responsible for. It wasn’t the electric’s fault that he had a problem with his sexuality but Greaseball was still Greaseball so there had to be some sort of… tension. Still, he didn’t want to be mean. That wasn’t his intention. He just was… frustrated.

[electricengine]

“Make what seem easy?” The engine finally turned to look at Greaseball again. “Being myself?” He quirked a brow at the Union Pacific and then paused before saying anything else. “It’s just something you have to get used to. Yourself that is. Not exactly like you can change who you are.” Electra turned away again. He didn’t want to lecture GB about this stuff. But he also just wanted to help him. It felt frustrating.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Don’t you understand that this is not who I am?!” Greaseball looked back at Electra, expression extremely serious. “I was never supposed to be this way and I never expected to be this way. I can’t just….. accept this and be all happy with my life like this.” By now, the diesel simply felt helpless. Vulnerable even. He hated this. He actually craved some… comfort…? Letting out a frustrated sigh, he looked back up to the ceiling. “Why am I even… telling you all of this?! It’s not like you’d understand..”

[electricengine]

“It obviously is who you are!” He sat up entirely, turning his body to stare at Greaseball. “Darling, there’s nothing you can do about it! You have to at least try and understand that maybe even if you didn’t expect it or wasn’t supposed to be like this, you are. There’s nothing wrong with being who you are.” The electric engine moved a little closer. “Trying to… Suppress that, or.. Just flat out denying it will only do you harm. I can promise you that. I’ve heard so many stories of people trying to deal with it like you are and they only became truly happy when they accepted themselves!” Electra knew he’d just said he wasn’t going to lecture GB but he just couldn’t help himself. He felt bad for the other and that he felt that way. The electric engine nearly felt like it was his fault… Since he’d been the one enabling all of this.

[greaseball-thediesel]

He couldn’t help but stare up at Electra once the other had sat up. It was the alchohol. It must be the alchohol. But when hearing the engine’s words, there was actually some sort of… pain… GB felt..? He knew he was telling the truth. And this was what hurt the most. Without noticing it, the diesel engine’s eyes slightly teared up, words unable to leave his lips. He didn’t know what to say anyways. He was being pathetic. In front of Electra. Great. “I just…. can’t. I-I’m sorry..” Greaseball’s voice was quiet, a whisper almost. He knew he’d never be able to accept this side of him. It just wasn’t supposed to be that way.

[electricengine]

As soon as Electra noticed the tears forming in Greaseball’s eyes, he could feel his heart shattering. “Oh- Darling, no, please don’t cry!” He instantly wrapped his arms around the diesel engine, not caring if the other protested or not. He was going to hold the other until he stopped crying, the electric had decided. And perhaps a little longer after that. Electra would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel himself tearing up a little as well. He couldn’t help but feel emotional. And the alcohol certainly didn’t help. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. I should have never brought any of this up in the first place-” He gave the diesel a small squeeze. “I’m sorry-..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

At first there was a troubling feeling inside of him when Electra hugged him but actually… It didn’t feel bad. Not at all. It was.. comforting. And so Greaseball soon found himself holding on to the electric engine, eyes pressed shut, trying as hard as he could not to lose control all too much. He couldn’t. The diesel was obviously tensed up, not relaxing at all. “It’s not your fault!” he managed to get out, a quiet sob escaping aswell in that process. The hold he got on Electra grew a bit firmer, a bit more desperate. “Don’t leave-”

[electricengine]

“I won’t, darling, I promise..” Electra held onto the diesel like his life depended on it. And it really felt like it did. The engine did still feel like it was his fault, but he decided to not mention that. In fact, the electric didn’t feel like talking at all. Mostly since he was much too busy focusing on crying as silently as possible. And that was quite the straining task. It still felt good for him, to hug GB. He’d never done it before in his life. And even though their first hug wasn’t exactly during the most wonderful of times, he was still glad that he’d managed to get somewhere with him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It felt like hours they rested like this and eventually, yeah.. eventually Greaseball managed to calm down a little and relax. Relax into Electra’s embrace. Burying his face to the other engine, his breathing pattern slowed down again. It felt strangely good to hug someone like this. To hug Electra like this. Even if he had never done it before. It was soothing. And he felt sorta… secure. There was an ever so quiet whimper escaping his lips and GB couldn’t help but hate himself even more because of it.

[electricengine]

The electric engine didn’t know what to say now. He didn’t even know if there was anything appropriate to say now. He wanted to ask if GB was feeling any better but he wasn’t crying anymore so that was an obvious yes. Slowly, Electra managed to manoeuvre them back down onto the bed so that they were laying. This was nice. If Electra wasn’t worrying about GB so much, he could’ve probably fallen asleep like this. A sudden thought struck Electra, and it took every ounce if willpower in his body not to say it out loud. He knew it was true, but he knew he shouldn’t say it. Not now. Maybe it was obvious? Perhaps. Electra didn’t know. All he did know is that he shouldn’t tell GB yet. Yet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball baiscally cuddled on to the electric engine, hiding his face in his chest. He wasn’t exactly sure if he felt relieved because he finally got those thoughts out or if he should feel extremely troubled due to his still lasting problem with his life situation. Eventually, he soon spoke up quietly, not yet feeling the need to move or distance himself from Electra. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I-I know we haven’t always but– Sorry.”

[electricengine]

“It’s okay, Greaseball. Don’t worry..” Electra slowly begun stroking the others back, his eyes closing for a moment. “Just try and relax for now… I don’t want you-.. working yourself up again..” The electric pulled the fellow diesel a little bit closer to himself, his grip around the other never loosening. The last thing Electra wanted was to let go of Greaseball, that he was sure about. And for many reasons too.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The big diesel released a shaky breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He felt so sick. And stupid. Useless even. Soon Greaseball had fully relaxed into Electra’s embrace, his breathing slow. Silently he was wondering what actually happened that he ended up like this. Never had he experienced such a massive outburst of emotions. If his father could see him like this, he’d be dead and his mother– The engine tensed up again, a small sound emitting from him, sounding almost scared.

[electricengine]

Electra tried his best not to release a relieved sigh as he felt Greaseball relax in his arms, he himself finally calming down as well. Though that didn’t last very long and as soon as he sensed that Greaseball had.. upset himself again, a small hush emitted from Electra as he once again begun stroking GB’s back. “Relax, darling.. I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about..” The electric didn’t know wether or not his attempts at helping the diesel actually worked or not but he figured it was better to try than not do it at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

And again, Electra made it sound so easy. So welcoming almost. Greaseball was exhausted. He wanted to relax. He really did. But he also knew that the electric engine couldn’t stay forever. “I’m trying…” he mumbled quietly, a shaky sigh emitting from him. The electric’s hand on his back felt.. nice. Very soothing. He didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. “For.. how much longer can you stay…?” GB suddenly asked in a careful manner. Electra had an own home and a bunch of trucks waiting for him, he surely had better things to do than comfort a big crying dumbass.

[electricengine]

“For however long you want me to.” Electra replied, his voice low. It felt strange to prioritize Greaseball over his own components, but right now, they could wait. They were all fine and happy. GB was… Not. It was true, that the electric engine would stay for as much time needed. Electra still couldn’t believe that he.. Actually cares. That he felt more than just attraction to Greaseball. Or.. well… More than sexual attraction. “For how long do you want me to stay, dear?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Carefully, Greaseball looked up to Electra for a short moment before removing his eyes from the other’s face again, feeling all vulnerable. “I don’t know.” he replied, instinctively trying to get a bit closer to the electric even if that was completely impossible. “Long…?” Well yeah that wasn’t really a useful reply. And it sounded more like a question. But it was everything he could think of.

[electricengine]

“What a specific answer.” Electra smiled, moving one of his hands up to Greaseball’s face so that he could stroke the said engines cheek. “I can do that, sure.” He moved closer to the other and it took probably every ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss the Union Pacific. He knew it was probably not the right moment, but it was still so tempting.

[greaseball-thediesel]

An agreeing hum emitted from Greaseball. He still struggled to actually thank somebody else for something, no matter what it was. It wasn’t like he wasn’t grateful. He just wasn’t good at showing or saying that. The diesel hated to not be good at something. It upset him. Perhaps he would be able to thank Electra in a different way? The electric liked sex, right? If it was sex that he wanted for putting up with him, GB would do that. Looking back at the fellow engine, an exhausted expression on his face, the diesel was unsure what to do next.

[electricengine]

Okay, yeah, that was it. Electra for some reason just couldn’t hold back anymore. Even if Greaseball had.. looked better at other occasions, the electric engine didn’t care. It definitely was not enough to stop him from closing she space inbetween their lips and giving the diesel engine a kiss. Instantly, a relieved feeling spread throughout his body. GB was still not a bad kisser, that’s for sure.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t help but kiss back. It just was an instinctive reaction and after all he wanted to show Electra that he was grateful. He wasn’t exactly able to reciprocate the kiss as intensely as he maybe wanted to but he tried his best. Basically forcing out a quiet moan, the diesel pressed himself closer to the electric, immediately trying to deepen the kiss.

[electricengine]

The engine let out a pleased hum at that, his arms moving to wrap around the diesels neck. This was nice. It almost felt comforting. A couple of more seconds passed before Electra ended the kiss with a dainty sigh. In an instant, a smile crossed his face. “I’m surprised that you kiss just as good while being an emotional wreck.” He released a small laugh. “Can’t say the same about myself..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

An ever so small smile appearing on his face, Greaseball simply placed another kiss to Electra’s lips, one hand resting on the other engine’s hip. His fingers very lightly dug into his skin, then almost carefully he let his hand stroke Electra’s side, finally going further down to rest closer to his rear. GB wasn’t exactly sure what he was planning on doing. He’d let the electric engine decide. “Guess I can’t contradict..” the diesel mumbled softly.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a sort of moan into the kiss. He had a hint as to what Greaseball was getting at and honestly, Electra didn’t mind very much. On the contrary, actually. He encouraged it. And to let the diesel know that, he deepened the kiss just a bit and arched his back. If Electra were to be honest, he hadn’t expected the situation to come to this. But, if it made Greaseball feel any better, and he certainly hoped that it would, the electric would comply.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It wasn’t like GB was totally in the mood for sex but it was definetly a distraction. A distraction which also could be quite… entertaining. Well it wasn’t certainly better than more alchohol. Alchohol this night had been a big mistake anyways. Glancing at the electric with a kinda indecisive expression, the diesel went in for another kiss. It was a soft one. None of his usual dominating behaviour seemed to show through and it was almost like he didn’t feel like wanting to take control. It probably was the exhaustion. Or something else. Who was supposed to know after all that happened?!

[electricengine]

Electra most certainly noticed that look in GB’s eyes as he once more was kissed. That made the electric hesitate just a little. He still returned the kiss but he ended it a little quicker than was necessary. Electra actually.. didn’t know what to say… He just once more gently caressed the diesels cheek. Perhaps they should… save this for later. Mostly since he could tell the other engine wasn’t.. one hundred percent for this. Still, the electric engine smiled softly. “You look exhausted.” He commented.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I’m not.” Greaseball immediately replied, a more than necessary serious tone to his deep voice and an almost disappointing look on his face. Electra clearly wanted this but felt like he couldn’t get it because apparently the diesel looked too exhausted. This wasn’t what he had planned. He wanted to please Electra not make him feel like he was being too forward. “I’m good.” he spoke, not really sounding convincing but still wanting to put some effort into the situation. GB pecked the electric’s lips and then went in to kiss his jaw and then neck.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a deep sigh, getting distracted for just a second before placing his hand on the diesels shoulder. “I don’t believe that~” He said in a nonchalant tone. “You can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little bit tired.” Electra shuffled back a little bit, the smile still very present on his face. “You know, I’m just making sure that you want to do this.” His hand slid off of the Union Pacifics shoulder, down his waist. “Please don’t feel like you have to do this~” His voice was strangely sultry for speaking of something like consent. Perhaps to not make it sound as serious as he was actually being.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra of course was right. Greaseball was indeed tired. But he also was frustrated that he couldn’t just have sex without the other noticing something wasn’t right. After all he wanted to do it for the electric engine. “This isn’t even about what I want..” he mumbled, sighed deeply and then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling again. A frustrated diesel could be quite an annoying burden. They both knew that. But GB felt like he couldn’t change that right now. He was simply too emotional in general.

[electricengine]

The electric engine rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Greaseball, cuddling up to his side with an inaudible sigh and draping an arm across his chest. “Don’t be upset, Greaseball.” Electra looked up to said diesel. “Perhaps we can just.. do it tomorrow.” He smiled at the other. “When you’re in a better mood.” Absentmindedly, Electra begun drawing circles on the diesel engines chest. He didn’t realize since he was much too busy with studying Greaseball’s face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only thing GB released was a small hum. It was impossible to make out whether that was a hum of agreement or disagreement and the fact that the diesel didn’t even move, didn’t make that easier at all. Eventually, he glanced at the other’s finger drawing circles on his chest, causing some sort of warm feeling within him which deeply confused him. Greaseball then looked back at Electra, expresion serious but still somewhat vulnerable. “Fine.” he finally mumbled, having realised he’d be of by far more use for the electric when being in a better mood than right now.

[electricengine]

The electrics smile broadened a little bit more at Greaseball’s agreement and Electra shuffled around to get comfortable. “Good!” He chirped, for some reason feeling quite content like this. He was glad to finally get what he’d wanted in the first place. Cuddling. It didn’t surprise the engine to realize that his eyes had closed, or the tiredness that crossed his mind. He felt like he could pass out right then and there.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was quite obvious that after all his struggles and his emotional outburst, Greaseball tried his best to regain control over himself and did his best to behave like he always would even if that was almost impossible. Clearing his throat, the diesel shuffled a bit as he tried to get comfortable, wrapping an arm around Electra aswell to hold him. “You better last long then tomorrow.” GB commented in a deep tone as he closed his eyes aswell, again taking a deep breath. All of this felt.. comfortable. Strangely comfortable. As if the electric belonged there in his arms.

[electricengine]

“Mm. Promise I will~” Electra gave a small laugh, not being capable of wiping the smile off his face, especially not when he felt GB’s arm around him. This was nice, the electric thought. More than nice. Wonderful! He really did cherish this moment. He cherished Greaseball quite a lot as well! The electric engine could feel himself coming closer and closer to sleep. Electra wouldn’t lie, he was more than a little excited about the following day.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel aswell closed his eyes, finally feeling the tiredness kick in. Instinctively he shuffled a bit more to hold Electra closer and more secure, nestling himself on to the electric engine and releasing a soft yawn. Never had the other stayed over night before but GB honestly didn’t mind one bit. Especially not now when he was so comfortable. “Goodnight…” he mumbled quietly and actually was already close to fall asleep.

[electricengine]

The electric engine slept quite soundly through the entire night, feeling more comfortable than ever. When morning came, though, Electra wasn’t as pleased. He didn’t want to wake up. But his systems practically forced him to. With a disgruntled groan, Electra shuffled around a little and stretched his legs. But he didn’t open his eyes, hoping to just fall back asleep.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra would probably be quite displeased once he’d find out that Greaseball was an early bird. Waking up in the morning, the diesel immediately got up and out of bed but at least he had enough decency to not disturb the electric next to him all too much. Still, it had been quite a pleasing feeling waking up next to someone. Someone warm. He liked that which is why he almost regretted getting up already. Since he was wearing no clothes anyways, GB decided he’d take a quick shower and then.. well he’d see what to do then. Eventually Electra would be awake by then aswell. With a sigh, he skated into the bath and got into the shower, turning the cold water on.

[electricengine]

Electra released a dissatisfied sigh as Greaseball got up, but he didn’t bother to actually say something. He didn’t have the energy. The electric rolled over onto his stomach, face down against the mattress. A pillow over his head certainly helped to shut out the sunlight at least, so that was one good thing. And, even with a little struggle and quite a lot of time, the electric engine managed to drift back asleep, even if he’d preferred to have some company. Electra could deal with it.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Though, Greaseball was quick at taking showers, the engine needed quite a while for everything that came afterwards because of course his hair had to look perfect. All the crying from the night before had also caused the skin around his eyes turn red and the bags under his eyes looked horrible aswell which is why he also made use of some makeup. He had to look presentable. Like always. With the towel wrapped around his hips, the diesel entered his bedroom and noticed the electric still asleep, pillow on top of his head. He watched said for a moment before carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, still observing Electra.

[electricengine]

By the time that the diesel was out of the bathroom, Electra was fast asleep. Though something suddenly disturbed him. It felt like he was being watched. The engine shifted a little in his sleep, upset since he was being woken again, and turned over onto his side. He opened his eyes and could see, even with the pillow half over his head, Greaseball on the bed. With a sigh, Electra gave up on trying to sleep anymore and pushed himself up into a sitting position, the pillow falling off to the side. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Greaseball.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was almost as if the diesel didn't realise he had been staring at the sleeping engine but now that the other was finally awake, there was no reason in bothering anymore. "Nothing." GB raised his hands dismissively and looked away with a small sigh. For the first time he got to see Electra in such a.... strangely natural way...? It was weird. But not an unpleasant sight. No, he actually.. liked it. "Don't you wanna get up aswell at some point?!" the engine asked, almost sounding sorta harsh. It wasn't because he wanted to be mean but rather because Greaseball wanted to forget this night's breakdown which is why he tried way too hard to act like always.

[electricengine]

@greaseball-thediesel

The electric engine felt almost a little dizzy, his breathing still slightly unsteady due to the past.. straining activities with the diesel who was currently laying next to him. Electra shuffled his legs a little and used his forearms to push himself up into a half-sitting position. He didn’t know wether to like or dislike the current silence, which was only filled with the quiet sound of heavy breathing. Electra side-eyed the fellow engine before not-so-subtly shuffling a little closer. Unsurprisingly, the electric had gotten the sudden urge to cuddle. Which wasn’t unusual, he always wanted to do that after sex. But typically with Greaseball, no matter how hard he tried, Electra got shoved away with a hand to the face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Letting out a low sigh, GB ran one hand through his messy hair, debating on whether he immediately wanted to get out of bed or stay for a little while longer. The sex was good, yes. It always was. But the diesel barely even wasted a thought to do anything besides that. Though, as he noticed Electra shuffling closer, the engine glanced at the other, raising one brow. He wasn’t exactly sure what the other wanted but for some reason Greaseball didn’t exactly feel like wanting to get up now, nor did he mind the electric getting closer. He was just totally…. relaxed. “You good?” the diesel spoke, almost sounding amused and voice a little slurred from the earlier intake of alcoholic liquid.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having not expected Greaseball to say anything. Why was unclear. “Yes, very~” The electric instantly drawled, moving even closer as he turned his head to look at GB. An almost smug looking smile crossed his face and swiftly, Electra moved onto his side so he could face Greaseball fully. “What about you?” He asked, mirrorig the diesel engine and raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. Oh, how Electra wanted to touch Greaseball, and even in his drunken state the electric did realize what a… strange urge that was. And it wasn’t anything sexual either! The engine just craved physical contact. He blamed it on the alcohol, like usual.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only answer Greaseball gave was a low hum as he removed his glance from the other engine once more. Something about Electra was almost making him…. feel something..? Well something else than lust. On any other day, GB would have already left the electric’s side again. Would have put some clothes on. At least. But not today. The diesel cleared his throat and with a bit of effort he turned onto his side aswell, eyeing Electra with a sceptical glance. He reached out with one hand, cupping the other’s chin with one hand, gently brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Why exactly he was doing this? He had no clue at all.

[electricengine]

The electric smiled a bit wider at that, reaching up and placing his hand over Greaseball’s. He didn’t know what to say, but he also didn’t know if it was even necessary to speak. Perhaps this was just good enough. Absentmindedly, Electra shuffled a little bit closer again. Why was Greaseball so pretty? Why was this allowed? It couldn’t be. The diesel had to be breaking some type of law. It was only logical. Slowly, Electra begun stroking the back of Greaseball’s hand with his thumb, his smile broadening once more. Why was this so nice?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Now that Electra was so close to him, GB barely had any chance but to admit to himself that he wholeheartedly approved of it. This was new. And he could probably blame it on the alchohol but that didn’t make it less wrong. Greaseball didn’t feel like speaking either. Not at all. And his expression was strangely.. soft. Not judging nor any sort of negative emotion showing off. No, it was a genuine soft expression. Still, he soon removed his hand again, silently laying there and staring at the electric engine in front of him looking incredibly but also scaringly… gorgeous….? Wow, that was one gay thought. Well done GB. Well done.

[electricengine]

Electra couldn’t help but frown as Greaseball pulled away, insistently scooting closer again. The electric wouldn’t be surprised if this was the closest they’d ever been, excluding any time sex was the main goal. “Why’d you stop?” The electric engine asked. He didn’t know why. Electra seemingly didn’t know why he did anything anymore. His hand moved up to cup the diesel engines cheek, like he’d done before, and it took every single ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss him. Which wasn’t a whole lot at all actually. And it was only weakened more by the fact that the electric was the opposite of sober.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The question did surprise GB but he didn’t mind. “Dunno.” was everything he replied, not really putting much effort in holding a proper conversation while on the other hand it was the plain truth. He had no clue what he was doing and why after all. This was probably why the two of them never had sex while being drunk. It would only lead to weird things. And this definetly was weird. Should GB care? Probably. Did he? No. Feeling the electric’s hand on his cheek instantly made the smallest smile appear on his lips, his engine lightly purring at the affection he received. Starlight, he was weak! Especially considering Greaseball usually disliked affectionate touching after sex. Or in literally any other situation. The diesel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts which was totally impossible. Starlight, he was absolutely drunk.

[electricengine]

Electra was surprised as well. But for another reason. Greaseball… didn’t… slap his hand away? “Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” Electra snickered, softly caressing the others cheek as he spoke. Why he was finding this amusing was beyond him. Maybe he was just shocked. The electric pursed his lips, pondering wether he should do something more. GB wasn’t rejecting this small touch. Why not push his luck? At least they would have gotten somewhere. Electra released a soft of pleased hum and gently begun caressing further down, towards the other engines neck, sometimes crossing his shoulder. He did it more to see if GB would let him more than anything else.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel didn’t move an inch, simply enjoying what was offered to him. And that was the electric’s gentle touch which he surprisingly very much appreciated in this moment. “I am, yes.” he replied, a rather playful smirk crossing his lips. Still not moving, GB curiously eyed Electra’s hand moving further down before looking back up to the electric himself. The purr of his own engine by now was more than just audible and Greaseball eventually released an ever so quiet groan. All of this just felt really great.

[electricengine]

“I’m glad.” Did Greaseball care? Probably not. Electra released a dainty sigh, simply because he could, and continued to move his hand. Eventually, the electric engines hand had become simply one finger, which he was trailing down Greaseball’s arm until he found the other engines hand. Electra didn’t hesitate to hold it, his smile broadening once more. His eyes flicked down to look at both of their hands before returning to GB’s face. The electric felt quite proud of himself right now, and it only made him want more.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel’s glance followed Electra’s and with raised brows he eyed their joined hands. He didn’t know… what to think. Actually, nothing made sense to him in that moment but then again he didn’t feel the need to complain or back off either. …So why not just go with it..?! GB looked back up to the electric with an unreadable expression. The engine hesitated but then leaned in to peck the other’s lips. When he backed off again, his expression hadn’t changed. Greaseball rather licked his own lips, as if having to decided whether he liked the kissing part or not.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having instantly forgotten his previous plan after that. A… Kiss. A chaste one at that. Greaseball had to be wasted by now. He didn’t know how to react to that action, simply staring at the diesel in front of himself and holding his hand a little tighter. Perhaps GB had just broken him, yes, that sounded reasonable. After all, the kiss was not. So… Electra was struggling to comprehend it. Struggling so hard, in fact, that he suddenly blurted out a, “Why did you do that?” Oh, Starlight… That sounded stupid. He could hear it in his own voice.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine’s lips parted as if he was about to give a reply to the other’s quetsion but no word at all left his mouth. No, GB actually seemed confused himself. He was drunk indeed but now he actually what he had done just a second ago. Riiiight. He probably wasn’t supposed to do that. That was some affectionate shit that went beyond fucking and this wasn’t what he usually used Electra for. Clearing his throat, Greaseball tried to sound as casual as possible. “Well if ya didn’t like it then uhh- Well then I’ve achieved what I wanted. Yes.” The diesel gave a small nod and eyed Electra.

[electricengine]

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Really, Greaseball should have known better. Electra? Not liking affection? What was GB? Stupid?… Well…. Yes… But still! The engine leaned in a little closer, the two engines noses practically touching by now. “In fact, I felt the complete opposite.” He gave the diesel a quick kiss before moving back to his normal spot again. If he got a rise out of the fellow engine by doing that, that’d be hilarious. If the fellow engine liked it as much as Electra did, that’d be even better.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball barely gave any reaction at all. He simply rested on the spot, not making any sound like he had done earlier already. Electra liked it. Good. And.. if he was completely honest.. He didn’t dislike it…? “Well..” he mumbled after a while and shoot his glance back down to their still joined hands. All of this was so awkward. Why did he let this happen?! He had just wanted a good fuck! But soon the diesel realised that he was too drunk and too exhausted to actually care that much. Why not enjoy what was offered to him?! “Fuck it..” he spoke quietly and then leaned over the electric engine a little to properly kiss him.

[electricengine]

Electra let out a hum which was a blend between surprise and appreciation. That was the last thing the electric had expected to be honest. Though, his surprise didn’t stop him from eagerly returning the kiss as the smile on his face spread. Wether it was a happy smile or a smug one was unclear. Perhaps it was both. He leaned in a little closer, the hand holding Greaseball’s giving a small squeeze, before pulling back. “You’re quite the good kisser.” Electra commented. Of course, they’d kissed a few times before, but this really wasn’t the same thing. No, not at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I know.” he replied, a small smile on his lips before he leaned back in to kiss Electra yet again. This was……. surprisingly nice. Absolutely. Though, what surprised the diesel was that by no means did he feel up for another round of sex. He usually always was. Especially when kisisng. But this was…. different. Still, he was unsure whether he’d regret this the next morning or not. And yet there was only one way to find out. A very quiet groan emitted from Greaseball which he gladly released into their kiss. This was good. Yes. Somehow.

[electricengine]

One of the electric engines hands moved to cup Greaseball’s cheek. Well, this certainly wasn’t bad. And Electra certainly wasn’t complaining. No, of course not. He was quite surprised at the sound that left the diesel engine but he quickly reciprocated it by letting out a moan. Eventually, he begun deepening the kiss, tilting his head to the side just a little bit. Electra started pondering if he was even awake right now. This was probably just some strange dream, right?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t quite believe how much he had actually missed this. He hadn’t been in an actual relationship for such a long time and therefore never really had any actual affectionate contact to another train. It always was plain fucking. But this… It was different. As Electra deepened the kiss, the diesel was unable to hide how invested he got into this kiss. He never wanted it to end. It was so so good. Being so close to the electric was good. Yes. Breaking the kiss for a moment to breathe, GB couldn’t help but stare into those beautiful eyes and– “Damn!” he choked out under his breath. He should really stop these gay thoughts.

[electricengine]

A sigh escaped the electric as soon as the kiss ended, one hand caressing the other engines cheek now. He quirked a brow as Greaseball swore, uttering a, “Is something wrong?” He really hoped that the diesel hadn’t regretted his choices right now, because the last thing Electra wanted to do was stop. After all, kissing Greaseball was more than nice. It was wonderful. Which was a slight surprise to him, if he’d be honest. Still, a very pleasant one.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Yes- I-I mean. No. Of course not. What should be wrong?” The diesel cleared his throat and his usual serious expression returned to his face. As if being uncertain what to do next, GB laid back down onto his back, crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at the ceiling. Actually, he felt like wanting to continue kissing the electric but he knew it wasn’t right. Should he care? The silence was awkward. Maybe he should talk? “How are you?” he asked, not moving an inch. It was the only thing to say that came up in his stupid mind right now.

[electricengine]

Electra frowned a little bit as Greaseball moved off of him, pushing himself up a little with his forearms, he looked to the other engine. And then a confused expression crossed his face. What in the world was going on in that diesels head? “I’m… Fine. But you’re obviously not.” The electric didn’t make a move to come closer, he didn’t move at all. “Are you absolutely sure everything’s okay?” Electra didn’t know if this was the appropriate or okay thing to do, questioning GB this much.. But for some reason he felt like he had to… Like he cared about how Greaseball felt.

[greaseball-thediesel]

A groan emitted from Greaseball and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples. “I’m good.” He then removed his hands again and looked at Electra, unsure what exactly to do or say. “I just-” God, this alchohol was making him do and say silly things and he should probably just leave. Wait, this was his own house. Well he could leave anyways. But he’d have to put clothes on first and then- He’d have to get Electra to leave? But he actually didn’t want this and.. This was by far too exhausting. He’d just stay in bed. With Electra. Right. “I just haven’t done this in a long time.” He groaned again. Out of frustration.

[electricengine]

“It’s okay.” Electra said simply, laying back down with a nearly inaudible sigh. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about something like this. It was bound to happen eventually. “I can leave if you want me to.” The electric engine looked away. He’d been stupid to get his hopes up- No. You didn’t get your hopes up for anything. Electra got the sudden urge to apologize. But, of course, he didn’t. That’d be stupid. There was nothing to apologize for. Plus, he’d just look dumb doing it. Best staying quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel was silent for a short moment before speaking up. “No.” he spoke, almost whispering. “Don’t leave.” Greaseball still didn’t dare to look at Electra next to him, his mind being filled with all kind of questions and worries. This wasn’t… okay. He cleared his throat. “You know.. fucking is one thing. I’m good at that. But this…? I’m not sure if I’m–” What even wasn’t he sure of?! The engine had no clue.

[electricengine]

Electras eyebrows furrowed. “What are you not sure about?- Like… If you want this?” The engine guessed, eyes fixated on another part of the room. It sounded reasonable. “Whatever it is, Greaseball, it’s okay…” Had GB even come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to… Well… The same gender? Was that the issue??- The electric didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to upset the other. GB would talk about it if he wanted to.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Sorta…?” It probably was his drunkness which allowed him to talk to Electra this freely but it somehow felt relieving. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the diesel sighed. “You make everything seem so easy when it actually…. isn’t…? It’s frustrating!” It was almost like GB tried to blame the other for something he wasn’t responsible for. It wasn’t the electric’s fault that he had a problem with his sexuality but Greaseball was still Greaseball so there had to be some sort of… tension. Still, he didn’t want to be mean. That wasn’t his intention. He just was… frustrated.

[electricengine]

“Make what seem easy?” The engine finally turned to look at Greaseball again. “Being myself?” He quirked a brow at the Union Pacific and then paused before saying anything else. “It’s just something you have to get used to. Yourself that is. Not exactly like you can change who you are.” Electra turned away again. He didn’t want to lecture GB about this stuff. But he also just wanted to help him. It felt frustrating.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Don’t you understand that this is not who I am?!” Greaseball looked back at Electra, expression extremely serious. “I was never supposed to be this way and I never expected to be this way. I can’t just….. accept this and be all happy with my life like this.” By now, the diesel simply felt helpless. Vulnerable even. He hated this. He actually craved some… comfort…? Letting out a frustrated sigh, he looked back up to the ceiling. “Why am I even… telling you all of this?! It’s not like you’d understand..”

[electricengine]

“It obviously is who you are!” He sat up entirely, turning his body to stare at Greaseball. “Darling, there’s nothing you can do about it! You have to at least try and understand that maybe even if you didn’t expect it or wasn’t supposed to be like this, you are. There’s nothing wrong with being who you are.” The electric engine moved a little closer. “Trying to… Suppress that, or.. Just flat out denying it will only do you harm. I can promise you that. I’ve heard so many stories of people trying to deal with it like you are and they only became truly happy when they accepted themselves!” Electra knew he’d just said he wasn’t going to lecture GB but he just couldn’t help himself. He felt bad for the other and that he felt that way. The electric engine nearly felt like it was his fault… Since he’d been the one enabling all of this.

[greaseball-thediesel]

He couldn’t help but stare up at Electra once the other had sat up. It was the alchohol. It must be the alchohol. But when hearing the engine’s words, there was actually some sort of… pain… GB felt..? He knew he was telling the truth. And this was what hurt the most. Without noticing it, the diesel engine’s eyes slightly teared up, words unable to leave his lips. He didn’t know what to say anyways. He was being pathetic. In front of Electra. Great. “I just…. can’t. I-I’m sorry..” Greaseball’s voice was quiet, a whisper almost. He knew he’d never be able to accept this side of him. It just wasn’t supposed to be that way.

[electricengine]

As soon as Electra noticed the tears forming in Greaseball’s eyes, he could feel his heart shattering. “Oh- Darling, no, please don’t cry!” He instantly wrapped his arms around the diesel engine, not caring if the other protested or not. He was going to hold the other until he stopped crying, the electric had decided. And perhaps a little longer after that. Electra would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel himself tearing up a little as well. He couldn’t help but feel emotional. And the alcohol certainly didn’t help. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. I should have never brought any of this up in the first place-” He gave the diesel a small squeeze. “I’m sorry-..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

At first there was a troubling feeling inside of him when Electra hugged him but actually… It didn’t feel bad. Not at all. It was.. comforting. And so Greaseball soon found himself holding on to the electric engine, eyes pressed shut, trying as hard as he could not to lose control all too much. He couldn’t. The diesel was obviously tensed up, not relaxing at all. “It’s not your fault!” he managed to get out, a quiet sob escaping aswell in that process. The hold he got on Electra grew a bit firmer, a bit more desperate. “Don’t leave-”

[electricengine]

“I won’t, darling, I promise..” Electra held onto the diesel like his life depended on it. And it really felt like it did. The engine did still feel like it was his fault, but he decided to not mention that. In fact, the electric didn’t feel like talking at all. Mostly since he was much too busy focusing on crying as silently as possible. And that was quite the straining task. It still felt good for him, to hug GB. He’d never done it before in his life. And even though their first hug wasn’t exactly during the most wonderful of times, he was still glad that he’d managed to get somewhere with him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It felt like hours they rested like this and eventually, yeah.. eventually Greaseball managed to calm down a little and relax. Relax into Electra’s embrace. Burying his face to the other engine, his breathing pattern slowed down again. It felt strangely good to hug someone like this. To hug Electra like this. Even if he had never done it before. It was soothing. And he felt sorta… secure. There was an ever so quiet whimper escaping his lips and GB couldn’t help but hate himself even more because of it.

[electricengine]

The electric engine didn’t know what to say now. He didn’t even know if there was anything appropriate to say now. He wanted to ask if GB was feeling any better but he wasn’t crying anymore so that was an obvious yes. Slowly, Electra managed to manoeuvre them back down onto the bed so that they were laying. This was nice. If Electra wasn’t worrying about GB so much, he could’ve probably fallen asleep like this. A sudden thought struck Electra, and it took every ounce if willpower in his body not to say it out loud. He knew it was true, but he knew he shouldn’t say it. Not now. Maybe it was obvious? Perhaps. Electra didn’t know. All he did know is that he shouldn’t tell GB yet. Yet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball baiscally cuddled on to the electric engine, hiding his face in his chest. He wasn’t exactly sure if he felt relieved because he finally got those thoughts out or if he should feel extremely troubled due to his still lasting problem with his life situation. Eventually, he soon spoke up quietly, not yet feeling the need to move or distance himself from Electra. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I-I know we haven’t always but– Sorry.”

[electricengine]

“It’s okay, Greaseball. Don’t worry..” Electra slowly begun stroking the others back, his eyes closing for a moment. “Just try and relax for now… I don’t want you-.. working yourself up again..” The electric pulled the fellow diesel a little bit closer to himself, his grip around the other never loosening. The last thing Electra wanted was to let go of Greaseball, that he was sure about. And for many reasons too.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The big diesel released a shaky breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He felt so sick. And stupid. Useless even. Soon Greaseball had fully relaxed into Electra’s embrace, his breathing slow. Silently he was wondering what actually happened that he ended up like this. Never had he experienced such a massive outburst of emotions. If his father could see him like this, he’d be dead and his mother– The engine tensed up again, a small sound emitting from him, sounding almost scared.

[electricengine]

Electra tried his best not to release a relieved sigh as he felt Greaseball relax in his arms, he himself finally calming down as well. Though that didn’t last very long and as soon as he sensed that Greaseball had.. upset himself again, a small hush emitted from Electra as he once again begun stroking GB’s back. “Relax, darling.. I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about..” The electric didn’t know wether or not his attempts at helping the diesel actually worked or not but he figured it was better to try than not do it at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

And again, Electra made it sound so easy. So welcoming almost. Greaseball was exhausted. He wanted to relax. He really did. But he also knew that the electric engine couldn’t stay forever. “I’m trying…” he mumbled quietly, a shaky sigh emitting from him. The electric’s hand on his back felt.. nice. Very soothing. He didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. “For.. how much longer can you stay…?” GB suddenly asked in a careful manner. Electra had an own home and a bunch of trucks waiting for him, he surely had better things to do than comfort a big crying dumbass.

[electricengine]

“For however long you want me to.” Electra replied, his voice low. It felt strange to prioritize Greaseball over his own components, but right now, they could wait. They were all fine and happy. GB was… Not. It was true, that the electric engine would stay for as much time needed. Electra still couldn’t believe that he.. Actually cares. That he felt more than just attraction to Greaseball. Or.. well… More than sexual attraction. “For how long do you want me to stay, dear?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Carefully, Greaseball looked up to Electra for a short moment before removing his eyes from the other’s face again, feeling all vulnerable. “I don’t know.” he replied, instinctively trying to get a bit closer to the electric even if that was completely impossible. “Long…?” Well yeah that wasn’t really a useful reply. And it sounded more like a question. But it was everything he could think of.

[electricengine]

“What a specific answer.” Electra smiled, moving one of his hands up to Greaseball’s face so that he could stroke the said engines cheek. “I can do that, sure.” He moved closer to the other and it took probably every ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss the Union Pacific. He knew it was probably not the right moment, but it was still so tempting.

[greaseball-thediesel]

An agreeing hum emitted from Greaseball. He still struggled to actually thank somebody else for something, no matter what it was. It wasn’t like he wasn’t grateful. He just wasn’t good at showing or saying that. The diesel hated to not be good at something. It upset him. Perhaps he would be able to thank Electra in a different way? The electric liked sex, right? If it was sex that he wanted for putting up with him, GB would do that. Looking back at the fellow engine, an exhausted expression on his face, the diesel was unsure what to do next.

[electricengine]

Okay, yeah, that was it. Electra for some reason just couldn’t hold back anymore. Even if Greaseball had.. looked better at other occasions, the electric engine didn’t care. It definitely was not enough to stop him from closing she space inbetween their lips and giving the diesel engine a kiss. Instantly, a relieved feeling spread throughout his body. GB was still not a bad kisser, that’s for sure.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t help but kiss back. It just was an instinctive reaction and after all he wanted to show Electra that he was grateful. He wasn’t exactly able to reciprocate the kiss as intensely as he maybe wanted to but he tried his best. Basically forcing out a quiet moan, the diesel pressed himself closer to the electric, immediately trying to deepen the kiss.

[electricengine]

The engine let out a pleased hum at that, his arms moving to wrap around the diesels neck. This was nice. It almost felt comforting. A couple of more seconds passed before Electra ended the kiss with a dainty sigh. In an instant, a smile crossed his face. “I’m surprised that you kiss just as good while being an emotional wreck.” He released a small laugh. “Can’t say the same about myself..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

An ever so small smile appearing on his face, Greaseball simply placed another kiss to Electra’s lips, one hand resting on the other engine’s hip. His fingers very lightly dug into his skin, then almost carefully he let his hand stroke Electra’s side, finally going further down to rest closer to his rear. GB wasn’t exactly sure what he was planning on doing. He’d let the electric engine decide. “Guess I can’t contradict..” the diesel mumbled softly.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a sort of moan into the kiss. He had a hint as to what Greaseball was getting at and honestly, Electra didn’t mind very much. On the contrary, actually. He encouraged it. And to let the diesel know that, he deepened the kiss just a bit and arched his back. If Electra were to be honest, he hadn’t expected the situation to come to this. But, if it made Greaseball feel any better, and he certainly hoped that it would, the electric would comply.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It wasn’t like GB was totally in the mood for sex but it was definetly a distraction. A distraction which also could be quite… entertaining. Well it wasn’t certainly better than more alchohol. Alchohol this night had been a big mistake anyways. Glancing at the electric with a kinda indecisive expression, the diesel went in for another kiss. It was a soft one. None of his usual dominating behaviour seemed to show through and it was almost like he didn’t feel like wanting to take control. It probably was the exhaustion. Or something else. Who was supposed to know after all that happened?!

[electricengine]

Electra most certainly noticed that look in GB’s eyes as he once more was kissed. That made the electric hesitate just a little. He still returned the kiss but he ended it a little quicker than was necessary. Electra actually.. didn’t know what to say… He just once more gently caressed the diesels cheek. Perhaps they should… save this for later. Mostly since he could tell the other engine wasn’t.. one hundred percent for this. Still, the electric engine smiled softly. “You look exhausted.” He commented.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I’m not.” Greaseball immediately replied, a more than necessary serious tone to his deep voice and an almost disappointing look on his face. Electra clearly wanted this but felt like he couldn’t get it because apparently the diesel looked too exhausted. This wasn’t what he had planned. He wanted to please Electra not make him feel like he was being too forward. “I’m good.” he spoke, not really sounding convincing but still wanting to put some effort into the situation. GB pecked the electric’s lips and then went in to kiss his jaw and then neck.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a deep sigh, getting distracted for just a second before placing his hand on the diesels shoulder. “I don’t believe that~” He said in a nonchalant tone. “You can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little bit tired.” Electra shuffled back a little bit, the smile still very present on his face. “You know, I’m just making sure that you want to do this.” His hand slid off of the Union Pacifics shoulder, down his waist. “Please don’t feel like you have to do this~” His voice was strangely sultry for speaking of something like consent. Perhaps to not make it sound as serious as he was actually being.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra of course was right. Greaseball was indeed tired. But he also was frustrated that he couldn’t just have sex without the other noticing something wasn’t right. After all he wanted to do it for the electric engine. “This isn’t even about what I want..” he mumbled, sighed deeply and then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling again. A frustrated diesel could be quite an annoying burden. They both knew that. But GB felt like he couldn’t change that right now. He was simply too emotional in general.

[electricengine]

The electric engine rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Greaseball, cuddling up to his side with an inaudible sigh and draping an arm across his chest. “Don’t be upset, Greaseball.” Electra looked up to said diesel. “Perhaps we can just.. do it tomorrow.” He smiled at the other. “When you’re in a better mood.” Absentmindedly, Electra begun drawing circles on the diesel engines chest. He didn’t realize since he was much too busy with studying Greaseball’s face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only thing GB released was a small hum. It was impossible to make out whether that was a hum of agreement or disagreement and the fact that the diesel didn’t even move, didn’t make that easier at all. Eventually, he glanced at the other’s finger drawing circles on his chest, causing some sort of warm feeling within him which deeply confused him. Greaseball then looked back at Electra, expresion serious but still somewhat vulnerable. “Fine.” he finally mumbled, having realised he’d be of by far more use for the electric when being in a better mood than right now.

[electricengine]

The electrics smile broadened a little bit more at Greaseball’s agreement and Electra shuffled around to get comfortable. “Good!” He chirped, for some reason feeling quite content like this. He was glad to finally get what he’d wanted in the first place. Cuddling. It didn’t surprise the engine to realize that his eyes had closed, or the tiredness that crossed his mind. He felt like he could pass out right then and there.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was quite obvious that after all his struggles and his emotional outburst, Greaseball tried his best to regain control over himself and did his best to behave like he always would even if that was almost impossible. Clearing his throat, the diesel shuffled a bit as he tried to get comfortable, wrapping an arm around Electra aswell to hold him. “You better last long then tomorrow.” GB commented in a deep tone as he closed his eyes aswell, again taking a deep breath. All of this felt.. comfortable. Strangely comfortable. As if the electric belonged there in his arms.

[electricengine]

“Mm. Promise I will~” Electra gave a small laugh, not being capable of wiping the smile off his face, especially not when he felt GB’s arm around him. This was nice, the electric thought. More than nice. Wonderful! He really did cherish this moment. He cherished Greaseball quite a lot as well! The electric engine could feel himself coming closer and closer to sleep. Electra wouldn’t lie, he was more than a little excited about the following day.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel aswell closed his eyes, finally feeling the tiredness kick in. Instinctively he shuffled a bit more to hold Electra closer and more secure, nestling himself on to the electric engine and releasing a soft yawn. Never had the other stayed over night before but GB honestly didn’t mind one bit. Especially not now when he was so comfortable. “Goodnight…” he mumbled quietly and actually was already close to fall asleep.

[electricengine]

The electric engine slept quite soundly through the entire night, feeling more comfortable than ever. When morning came, though, Electra wasn’t as pleased. He didn’t want to wake up. But his systems practically forced him to. With a disgruntled groan, Electra shuffled around a little and stretched his legs. But he didn’t open his eyes, hoping to just fall back asleep.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra would probably be quite displeased once he’d find out that Greaseball was an early bird. Waking up in the morning, the diesel immediately got up and out of bed but at least he had enough decency to not disturb the electric next to him all too much. Still, it had been quite a pleasing feeling waking up next to someone. Someone warm. He liked that which is why he almost regretted getting up already. Since he was wearing no clothes anyways, GB decided he’d take a quick shower and then.. well he’d see what to do then. Eventually Electra would be awake by then aswell. With a sigh, he skated into the bath and got into the shower, turning the cold water on.

[electricengine]

Electra released a dissatisfied sigh as Greaseball got up, but he didn’t bother to actually say something. He didn’t have the energy. The electric rolled over onto his stomach, face down against the mattress. A pillow over his head certainly helped to shut out the sunlight at least, so that was one good thing. And, even with a little struggle and quite a lot of time, the electric engine managed to drift back asleep, even if he’d preferred to have some company. Electra could deal with it.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Though, Greaseball was quick at taking showers, the engine needed quite a while for everything that came afterwards because of course his hair had to look perfect. All the crying from the night before had also caused the skin around his eyes turn red and the bags under his eyes looked horrible aswell which is why he also made use of some makeup. He had to look presentable. Like always. With the towel wrapped around his hips, the diesel entered his bedroom and noticed the electric still asleep, pillow on top of his head. He watched said for a moment before carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, still observing Electra.

[electricengine]

@greaseball-thediesel

The electric engine felt almost a little dizzy, his breathing still slightly unsteady due to the past.. straining activities with the diesel who was currently laying next to him. Electra shuffled his legs a little and used his forearms to push himself up into a half-sitting position. He didn’t know wether to like or dislike the current silence, which was only filled with the quiet sound of heavy breathing. Electra side-eyed the fellow engine before not-so-subtly shuffling a little closer. Unsurprisingly, the electric had gotten the sudden urge to cuddle. Which wasn’t unusual, he always wanted to do that after sex. But typically with Greaseball, no matter how hard he tried, Electra got shoved away with a hand to the face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Letting out a low sigh, GB ran one hand through his messy hair, debating on whether he immediately wanted to get out of bed or stay for a little while longer. The sex was good, yes. It always was. But the diesel barely even wasted a thought to do anything besides that. Though, as he noticed Electra shuffling closer, the engine glanced at the other, raising one brow. He wasn’t exactly sure what the other wanted but for some reason Greaseball didn’t exactly feel like wanting to get up now, nor did he mind the electric getting closer. He was just totally…. relaxed. “You good?” the diesel spoke, almost sounding amused and voice a little slurred from the earlier intake of alcoholic liquid.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having not expected Greaseball to say anything. Why was unclear. “Yes, very~” The electric instantly drawled, moving even closer as he turned his head to look at GB. An almost smug looking smile crossed his face and swiftly, Electra moved onto his side so he could face Greaseball fully. “What about you?” He asked, mirrorig the diesel engine and raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. Oh, how Electra wanted to touch Greaseball, and even in his drunken state the electric did realize what a… strange urge that was. And it wasn’t anything sexual either! The engine just craved physical contact. He blamed it on the alcohol, like usual.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only answer Greaseball gave was a low hum as he removed his glance from the other engine once more. Something about Electra was almost making him…. feel something..? Well something else than lust. On any other day, GB would have already left the electric’s side again. Would have put some clothes on. At least. But not today. The diesel cleared his throat and with a bit of effort he turned onto his side aswell, eyeing Electra with a sceptical glance. He reached out with one hand, cupping the other’s chin with one hand, gently brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Why exactly he was doing this? He had no clue at all.

[electricengine]

The electric smiled a bit wider at that, reaching up and placing his hand over Greaseball’s. He didn’t know what to say, but he also didn’t know if it was even necessary to speak. Perhaps this was just good enough. Absentmindedly, Electra shuffled a little bit closer again. Why was Greaseball so pretty? Why was this allowed? It couldn’t be. The diesel had to be breaking some type of law. It was only logical. Slowly, Electra begun stroking the back of Greaseball’s hand with his thumb, his smile broadening once more. Why was this so nice?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Now that Electra was so close to him, GB barely had any chance but to admit to himself that he wholeheartedly approved of it. This was new. And he could probably blame it on the alchohol but that didn’t make it less wrong. Greaseball didn’t feel like speaking either. Not at all. And his expression was strangely.. soft. Not judging nor any sort of negative emotion showing off. No, it was a genuine soft expression. Still, he soon removed his hand again, silently laying there and staring at the electric engine in front of him looking incredibly but also scaringly… gorgeous….? Wow, that was one gay thought. Well done GB. Well done.

[electricengine]

Electra couldn’t help but frown as Greaseball pulled away, insistently scooting closer again. The electric wouldn’t be surprised if this was the closest they’d ever been, excluding any time sex was the main goal. “Why’d you stop?” The electric engine asked. He didn’t know why. Electra seemingly didn’t know why he did anything anymore. His hand moved up to cup the diesel engines cheek, like he’d done before, and it took every single ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss him. Which wasn’t a whole lot at all actually. And it was only weakened more by the fact that the electric was the opposite of sober.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The question did surprise GB but he didn’t mind. “Dunno.” was everything he replied, not really putting much effort in holding a proper conversation while on the other hand it was the plain truth. He had no clue what he was doing and why after all. This was probably why the two of them never had sex while being drunk. It would only lead to weird things. And this definetly was weird. Should GB care? Probably. Did he? No. Feeling the electric’s hand on his cheek instantly made the smallest smile appear on his lips, his engine lightly purring at the affection he received. Starlight, he was weak! Especially considering Greaseball usually disliked affectionate touching after sex. Or in literally any other situation. The diesel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts which was totally impossible. Starlight, he was absolutely drunk.

[electricengine]

Electra was surprised as well. But for another reason. Greaseball… didn’t… slap his hand away? “Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” Electra snickered, softly caressing the others cheek as he spoke. Why he was finding this amusing was beyond him. Maybe he was just shocked. The electric pursed his lips, pondering wether he should do something more. GB wasn’t rejecting this small touch. Why not push his luck? At least they would have gotten somewhere. Electra released a soft of pleased hum and gently begun caressing further down, towards the other engines neck, sometimes crossing his shoulder. He did it more to see if GB would let him more than anything else.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel didn’t move an inch, simply enjoying what was offered to him. And that was the electric’s gentle touch which he surprisingly very much appreciated in this moment. “I am, yes.” he replied, a rather playful smirk crossing his lips. Still not moving, GB curiously eyed Electra’s hand moving further down before looking back up to the electric himself. The purr of his own engine by now was more than just audible and Greaseball eventually released an ever so quiet groan. All of this just felt really great.

[electricengine]

“I’m glad.” Did Greaseball care? Probably not. Electra released a dainty sigh, simply because he could, and continued to move his hand. Eventually, the electric engines hand had become simply one finger, which he was trailing down Greaseball’s arm until he found the other engines hand. Electra didn’t hesitate to hold it, his smile broadening once more. His eyes flicked down to look at both of their hands before returning to GB’s face. The electric felt quite proud of himself right now, and it only made him want more.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel’s glance followed Electra’s and with raised brows he eyed their joined hands. He didn’t know… what to think. Actually, nothing made sense to him in that moment but then again he didn’t feel the need to complain or back off either. …So why not just go with it..?! GB looked back up to the electric with an unreadable expression. The engine hesitated but then leaned in to peck the other’s lips. When he backed off again, his expression hadn’t changed. Greaseball rather licked his own lips, as if having to decided whether he liked the kissing part or not.

[electricengine]

Electra blinked, having instantly forgotten his previous plan after that. A… Kiss. A chaste one at that. Greaseball had to be wasted by now. He didn’t know how to react to that action, simply staring at the diesel in front of himself and holding his hand a little tighter. Perhaps GB had just broken him, yes, that sounded reasonable. After all, the kiss was not. So… Electra was struggling to comprehend it. Struggling so hard, in fact, that he suddenly blurted out a, “Why did you do that?” Oh, Starlight… That sounded stupid. He could hear it in his own voice.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel engine’s lips parted as if he was about to give a reply to the other’s quetsion but no word at all left his mouth. No, GB actually seemed confused himself. He was drunk indeed but now he actually what he had done just a second ago. Riiiight. He probably wasn’t supposed to do that. That was some affectionate shit that went beyond fucking and this wasn’t what he usually used Electra for. Clearing his throat, Greaseball tried to sound as casual as possible. “Well if ya didn’t like it then uhh- Well then I’ve achieved what I wanted. Yes.” The diesel gave a small nod and eyed Electra.

[electricengine]

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Really, Greaseball should have known better. Electra? Not liking affection? What was GB? Stupid?… Well…. Yes… But still! The engine leaned in a little closer, the two engines noses practically touching by now. “In fact, I felt the complete opposite.” He gave the diesel a quick kiss before moving back to his normal spot again. If he got a rise out of the fellow engine by doing that, that’d be hilarious. If the fellow engine liked it as much as Electra did, that’d be even better.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball barely gave any reaction at all. He simply rested on the spot, not making any sound like he had done earlier already. Electra liked it. Good. And.. if he was completely honest.. He didn’t dislike it…? “Well..” he mumbled after a while and shoot his glance back down to their still joined hands. All of this was so awkward. Why did he let this happen?! He had just wanted a good fuck! But soon the diesel realised that he was too drunk and too exhausted to actually care that much. Why not enjoy what was offered to him?! “Fuck it..” he spoke quietly and then leaned over the electric engine a little to properly kiss him.

[electricengine]

Electra let out a hum which was a blend between surprise and appreciation. That was the last thing the electric had expected to be honest. Though, his surprise didn’t stop him from eagerly returning the kiss as the smile on his face spread. Wether it was a happy smile or a smug one was unclear. Perhaps it was both. He leaned in a little closer, the hand holding Greaseball’s giving a small squeeze, before pulling back. “You’re quite the good kisser.” Electra commented. Of course, they’d kissed a few times before, but this really wasn’t the same thing. No, not at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I know.” he replied, a small smile on his lips before he leaned back in to kiss Electra yet again. This was……. surprisingly nice. Absolutely. Though, what surprised the diesel was that by no means did he feel up for another round of sex. He usually always was. Especially when kisisng. But this was…. different. Still, he was unsure whether he’d regret this the next morning or not. And yet there was only one way to find out. A very quiet groan emitted from Greaseball which he gladly released into their kiss. This was good. Yes. Somehow.

[electricengine]

One of the electric engines hands moved to cup Greaseball’s cheek. Well, this certainly wasn’t bad. And Electra certainly wasn’t complaining. No, of course not. He was quite surprised at the sound that left the diesel engine but he quickly reciprocated it by letting out a moan. Eventually, he begun deepening the kiss, tilting his head to the side just a little bit. Electra started pondering if he was even awake right now. This was probably just some strange dream, right?

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t quite believe how much he had actually missed this. He hadn’t been in an actual relationship for such a long time and therefore never really had any actual affectionate contact to another train. It always was plain fucking. But this… It was different. As Electra deepened the kiss, the diesel was unable to hide how invested he got into this kiss. He never wanted it to end. It was so so good. Being so close to the electric was good. Yes. Breaking the kiss for a moment to breathe, GB couldn’t help but stare into those beautiful eyes and– “Damn!” he choked out under his breath. He should really stop these gay thoughts.

[electricengine]

A sigh escaped the electric as soon as the kiss ended, one hand caressing the other engines cheek now. He quirked a brow as Greaseball swore, uttering a, “Is something wrong?” He really hoped that the diesel hadn’t regretted his choices right now, because the last thing Electra wanted to do was stop. After all, kissing Greaseball was more than nice. It was wonderful. Which was a slight surprise to him, if he’d be honest. Still, a very pleasant one.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Yes- I-I mean. No. Of course not. What should be wrong?” The diesel cleared his throat and his usual serious expression returned to his face. As if being uncertain what to do next, GB laid back down onto his back, crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at the ceiling. Actually, he felt like wanting to continue kissing the electric but he knew it wasn’t right. Should he care? The silence was awkward. Maybe he should talk? “How are you?” he asked, not moving an inch. It was the only thing to say that came up in his stupid mind right now.

[electricengine]

Electra frowned a little bit as Greaseball moved off of him, pushing himself up a little with his forearms, he looked to the other engine. And then a confused expression crossed his face. What in the world was going on in that diesels head? “I’m… Fine. But you’re obviously not.” The electric didn’t make a move to come closer, he didn’t move at all. “Are you absolutely sure everything’s okay?” Electra didn’t know if this was the appropriate or okay thing to do, questioning GB this much.. But for some reason he felt like he had to… Like he cared about how Greaseball felt.

[greaseball-thediesel]

A groan emitted from Greaseball and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples. “I’m good.” He then removed his hands again and looked at Electra, unsure what exactly to do or say. “I just-” God, this alchohol was making him do and say silly things and he should probably just leave. Wait, this was his own house. Well he could leave anyways. But he’d have to put clothes on first and then- He’d have to get Electra to leave? But he actually didn’t want this and.. This was by far too exhausting. He’d just stay in bed. With Electra. Right. “I just haven’t done this in a long time.” He groaned again. Out of frustration.

[electricengine]

“It’s okay.” Electra said simply, laying back down with a nearly inaudible sigh. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about something like this. It was bound to happen eventually. “I can leave if you want me to.” The electric engine looked away. He’d been stupid to get his hopes up- No. You didn’t get your hopes up for anything. Electra got the sudden urge to apologize. But, of course, he didn’t. That’d be stupid. There was nothing to apologize for. Plus, he’d just look dumb doing it. Best staying quiet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel was silent for a short moment before speaking up. “No.” he spoke, almost whispering. “Don’t leave.” Greaseball still didn’t dare to look at Electra next to him, his mind being filled with all kind of questions and worries. This wasn’t… okay. He cleared his throat. “You know.. fucking is one thing. I’m good at that. But this…? I’m not sure if I’m–” What even wasn’t he sure of?! The engine had no clue.

[electricengine]

Electras eyebrows furrowed. “What are you not sure about?- Like… If you want this?” The engine guessed, eyes fixated on another part of the room. It sounded reasonable. “Whatever it is, Greaseball, it’s okay…” Had GB even come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to… Well… The same gender? Was that the issue??- The electric didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to upset the other. GB would talk about it if he wanted to.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Sorta…?” It probably was his drunkness which allowed him to talk to Electra this freely but it somehow felt relieving. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the diesel sighed. “You make everything seem so easy when it actually…. isn’t…? It’s frustrating!” It was almost like GB tried to blame the other for something he wasn’t responsible for. It wasn’t the electric’s fault that he had a problem with his sexuality but Greaseball was still Greaseball so there had to be some sort of… tension. Still, he didn’t want to be mean. That wasn’t his intention. He just was… frustrated.

[electricengine]

“Make what seem easy?” The engine finally turned to look at Greaseball again. “Being myself?” He quirked a brow at the Union Pacific and then paused before saying anything else. “It’s just something you have to get used to. Yourself that is. Not exactly like you can change who you are.” Electra turned away again. He didn’t want to lecture GB about this stuff. But he also just wanted to help him. It felt frustrating.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“Don’t you understand that this is not who I am?!” Greaseball looked back at Electra, expression extremely serious. “I was never supposed to be this way and I never expected to be this way. I can’t just….. accept this and be all happy with my life like this.” By now, the diesel simply felt helpless. Vulnerable even. He hated this. He actually craved some… comfort…? Letting out a frustrated sigh, he looked back up to the ceiling. “Why am I even… telling you all of this?! It’s not like you’d understand..”

[electricengine]

“It obviously is who you are!” He sat up entirely, turning his body to stare at Greaseball. “Darling, there’s nothing you can do about it! You have to at least try and understand that maybe even if you didn’t expect it or wasn’t supposed to be like this, you are. There’s nothing wrong with being who you are.” The electric engine moved a little closer. “Trying to… Suppress that, or.. Just flat out denying it will only do you harm. I can promise you that. I’ve heard so many stories of people trying to deal with it like you are and they only became truly happy when they accepted themselves!” Electra knew he’d just said he wasn’t going to lecture GB but he just couldn’t help himself. He felt bad for the other and that he felt that way. The electric engine nearly felt like it was his fault… Since he’d been the one enabling all of this.

[greaseball-thediesel]

He couldn’t help but stare up at Electra once the other had sat up. It was the alchohol. It must be the alchohol. But when hearing the engine’s words, there was actually some sort of… pain… GB felt..? He knew he was telling the truth. And this was what hurt the most. Without noticing it, the diesel engine’s eyes slightly teared up, words unable to leave his lips. He didn’t know what to say anyways. He was being pathetic. In front of Electra. Great. “I just…. can’t. I-I’m sorry..” Greaseball’s voice was quiet, a whisper almost. He knew he’d never be able to accept this side of him. It just wasn’t supposed to be that way.

[electricengine]

As soon as Electra noticed the tears forming in Greaseball’s eyes, he could feel his heart shattering. “Oh- Darling, no, please don’t cry!” He instantly wrapped his arms around the diesel engine, not caring if the other protested or not. He was going to hold the other until he stopped crying, the electric had decided. And perhaps a little longer after that. Electra would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel himself tearing up a little as well. He couldn’t help but feel emotional. And the alcohol certainly didn’t help. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. I should have never brought any of this up in the first place-” He gave the diesel a small squeeze. “I’m sorry-..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

At first there was a troubling feeling inside of him when Electra hugged him but actually… It didn’t feel bad. Not at all. It was.. comforting. And so Greaseball soon found himself holding on to the electric engine, eyes pressed shut, trying as hard as he could not to lose control all too much. He couldn’t. The diesel was obviously tensed up, not relaxing at all. “It’s not your fault!” he managed to get out, a quiet sob escaping aswell in that process. The hold he got on Electra grew a bit firmer, a bit more desperate. “Don’t leave-”

[electricengine]

“I won’t, darling, I promise..” Electra held onto the diesel like his life depended on it. And it really felt like it did. The engine did still feel like it was his fault, but he decided to not mention that. In fact, the electric didn’t feel like talking at all. Mostly since he was much too busy focusing on crying as silently as possible. And that was quite the straining task. It still felt good for him, to hug GB. He’d never done it before in his life. And even though their first hug wasn’t exactly during the most wonderful of times, he was still glad that he’d managed to get somewhere with him.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It felt like hours they rested like this and eventually, yeah.. eventually Greaseball managed to calm down a little and relax. Relax into Electra’s embrace. Burying his face to the other engine, his breathing pattern slowed down again. It felt strangely good to hug someone like this. To hug Electra like this. Even if he had never done it before. It was soothing. And he felt sorta… secure. There was an ever so quiet whimper escaping his lips and GB couldn’t help but hate himself even more because of it.

[electricengine]

The electric engine didn’t know what to say now. He didn’t even know if there was anything appropriate to say now. He wanted to ask if GB was feeling any better but he wasn’t crying anymore so that was an obvious yes. Slowly, Electra managed to manoeuvre them back down onto the bed so that they were laying. This was nice. If Electra wasn’t worrying about GB so much, he could’ve probably fallen asleep like this. A sudden thought struck Electra, and it took every ounce if willpower in his body not to say it out loud. He knew it was true, but he knew he shouldn’t say it. Not now. Maybe it was obvious? Perhaps. Electra didn’t know. All he did know is that he shouldn’t tell GB yet. Yet.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball baiscally cuddled on to the electric engine, hiding his face in his chest. He wasn’t exactly sure if he felt relieved because he finally got those thoughts out or if he should feel extremely troubled due to his still lasting problem with his life situation. Eventually, he soon spoke up quietly, not yet feeling the need to move or distance himself from Electra. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I-I know we haven’t always but– Sorry.”

[electricengine]

“It’s okay, Greaseball. Don’t worry..” Electra slowly begun stroking the others back, his eyes closing for a moment. “Just try and relax for now… I don’t want you-.. working yourself up again..” The electric pulled the fellow diesel a little bit closer to himself, his grip around the other never loosening. The last thing Electra wanted was to let go of Greaseball, that he was sure about. And for many reasons too.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The big diesel released a shaky breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He felt so sick. And stupid. Useless even. Soon Greaseball had fully relaxed into Electra’s embrace, his breathing slow. Silently he was wondering what actually happened that he ended up like this. Never had he experienced such a massive outburst of emotions. If his father could see him like this, he’d be dead and his mother– The engine tensed up again, a small sound emitting from him, sounding almost scared.

[electricengine]

Electra tried his best not to release a relieved sigh as he felt Greaseball relax in his arms, he himself finally calming down as well. Though that didn’t last very long and as soon as he sensed that Greaseball had.. upset himself again, a small hush emitted from Electra as he once again begun stroking GB’s back. “Relax, darling.. I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about..” The electric didn’t know wether or not his attempts at helping the diesel actually worked or not but he figured it was better to try than not do it at all.

[greaseball-thediesel]

And again, Electra made it sound so easy. So welcoming almost. Greaseball was exhausted. He wanted to relax. He really did. But he also knew that the electric engine couldn’t stay forever. “I’m trying…” he mumbled quietly, a shaky sigh emitting from him. The electric’s hand on his back felt.. nice. Very soothing. He didn’t want him to leave. Not yet. “For.. how much longer can you stay…?” GB suddenly asked in a careful manner. Electra had an own home and a bunch of trucks waiting for him, he surely had better things to do than comfort a big crying dumbass.

[electricengine]

“For however long you want me to.” Electra replied, his voice low. It felt strange to prioritize Greaseball over his own components, but right now, they could wait. They were all fine and happy. GB was… Not. It was true, that the electric engine would stay for as much time needed. Electra still couldn’t believe that he.. Actually cares. That he felt more than just attraction to Greaseball. Or.. well… More than sexual attraction. “For how long do you want me to stay, dear?”

[greaseball-thediesel]

Carefully, Greaseball looked up to Electra for a short moment before removing his eyes from the other’s face again, feeling all vulnerable. “I don’t know.” he replied, instinctively trying to get a bit closer to the electric even if that was completely impossible. “Long…?” Well yeah that wasn’t really a useful reply. And it sounded more like a question. But it was everything he could think of.

[electricengine]

“What a specific answer.” Electra smiled, moving one of his hands up to Greaseball’s face so that he could stroke the said engines cheek. “I can do that, sure.” He moved closer to the other and it took probably every ounce of willpower in Electras body not to kiss the Union Pacific. He knew it was probably not the right moment, but it was still so tempting.

[greaseball-thediesel]

An agreeing hum emitted from Greaseball. He still struggled to actually thank somebody else for something, no matter what it was. It wasn’t like he wasn’t grateful. He just wasn’t good at showing or saying that. The diesel hated to not be good at something. It upset him. Perhaps he would be able to thank Electra in a different way? The electric liked sex, right? If it was sex that he wanted for putting up with him, GB would do that. Looking back at the fellow engine, an exhausted expression on his face, the diesel was unsure what to do next.

[electricengine]

Okay, yeah, that was it. Electra for some reason just couldn’t hold back anymore. Even if Greaseball had.. looked better at other occasions, the electric engine didn’t care. It definitely was not enough to stop him from closing she space inbetween their lips and giving the diesel engine a kiss. Instantly, a relieved feeling spread throughout his body. GB was still not a bad kisser, that’s for sure.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Greaseball couldn’t help but kiss back. It just was an instinctive reaction and after all he wanted to show Electra that he was grateful. He wasn’t exactly able to reciprocate the kiss as intensely as he maybe wanted to but he tried his best. Basically forcing out a quiet moan, the diesel pressed himself closer to the electric, immediately trying to deepen the kiss.

[electricengine]

The engine let out a pleased hum at that, his arms moving to wrap around the diesels neck. This was nice. It almost felt comforting. A couple of more seconds passed before Electra ended the kiss with a dainty sigh. In an instant, a smile crossed his face. “I’m surprised that you kiss just as good while being an emotional wreck.” He released a small laugh. “Can’t say the same about myself..”

[greaseball-thediesel]

An ever so small smile appearing on his face, Greaseball simply placed another kiss to Electra’s lips, one hand resting on the other engine’s hip. His fingers very lightly dug into his skin, then almost carefully he let his hand stroke Electra’s side, finally going further down to rest closer to his rear. GB wasn’t exactly sure what he was planning on doing. He’d let the electric engine decide. “Guess I can’t contradict..” the diesel mumbled softly.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a sort of moan into the kiss. He had a hint as to what Greaseball was getting at and honestly, Electra didn’t mind very much. On the contrary, actually. He encouraged it. And to let the diesel know that, he deepened the kiss just a bit and arched his back. If Electra were to be honest, he hadn’t expected the situation to come to this. But, if it made Greaseball feel any better, and he certainly hoped that it would, the electric would comply.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It wasn’t like GB was totally in the mood for sex but it was definetly a distraction. A distraction which also could be quite… entertaining. Well it wasn’t certainly better than more alchohol. Alchohol this night had been a big mistake anyways. Glancing at the electric with a kinda indecisive expression, the diesel went in for another kiss. It was a soft one. None of his usual dominating behaviour seemed to show through and it was almost like he didn’t feel like wanting to take control. It probably was the exhaustion. Or something else. Who was supposed to know after all that happened?!

[electricengine]

Electra most certainly noticed that look in GB’s eyes as he once more was kissed. That made the electric hesitate just a little. He still returned the kiss but he ended it a little quicker than was necessary. Electra actually.. didn’t know what to say… He just once more gently caressed the diesels cheek. Perhaps they should… save this for later. Mostly since he could tell the other engine wasn’t.. one hundred percent for this. Still, the electric engine smiled softly. “You look exhausted.” He commented.

[greaseball-thediesel]

“I’m not.” Greaseball immediately replied, a more than necessary serious tone to his deep voice and an almost disappointing look on his face. Electra clearly wanted this but felt like he couldn’t get it because apparently the diesel looked too exhausted. This wasn’t what he had planned. He wanted to please Electra not make him feel like he was being too forward. “I’m good.” he spoke, not really sounding convincing but still wanting to put some effort into the situation. GB pecked the electric’s lips and then went in to kiss his jaw and then neck.

[electricengine]

The electric engine released a deep sigh, getting distracted for just a second before placing his hand on the diesels shoulder. “I don’t believe that~” He said in a nonchalant tone. “You can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little bit tired.” Electra shuffled back a little bit, the smile still very present on his face. “You know, I’m just making sure that you want to do this.” His hand slid off of the Union Pacifics shoulder, down his waist. “Please don’t feel like you have to do this~” His voice was strangely sultry for speaking of something like consent. Perhaps to not make it sound as serious as he was actually being.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra of course was right. Greaseball was indeed tired. But he also was frustrated that he couldn’t just have sex without the other noticing something wasn’t right. After all he wanted to do it for the electric engine. “This isn’t even about what I want..” he mumbled, sighed deeply and then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling again. A frustrated diesel could be quite an annoying burden. They both knew that. But GB felt like he couldn’t change that right now. He was simply too emotional in general.

[electricengine]

The electric engine rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Greaseball, cuddling up to his side with an inaudible sigh and draping an arm across his chest. “Don’t be upset, Greaseball.” Electra looked up to said diesel. “Perhaps we can just.. do it tomorrow.” He smiled at the other. “When you’re in a better mood.” Absentmindedly, Electra begun drawing circles on the diesel engines chest. He didn’t realize since he was much too busy with studying Greaseball’s face.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The only thing GB released was a small hum. It was impossible to make out whether that was a hum of agreement or disagreement and the fact that the diesel didn’t even move, didn’t make that easier at all. Eventually, he glanced at the other’s finger drawing circles on his chest, causing some sort of warm feeling within him which deeply confused him. Greaseball then looked back at Electra, expresion serious but still somewhat vulnerable. “Fine.” he finally mumbled, having realised he’d be of by far more use for the electric when being in a better mood than right now.

[electricengine]

The electrics smile broadened a little bit more at Greaseball’s agreement and Electra shuffled around to get comfortable. “Good!” He chirped, for some reason feeling quite content like this. He was glad to finally get what he’d wanted in the first place. Cuddling. It didn’t surprise the engine to realize that his eyes had closed, or the tiredness that crossed his mind. He felt like he could pass out right then and there.

[greaseball-thediesel]

It was quite obvious that after all his struggles and his emotional outburst, Greaseball tried his best to regain control over himself and did his best to behave like he always would even if that was almost impossible. Clearing his throat, the diesel shuffled a bit as he tried to get comfortable, wrapping an arm around Electra aswell to hold him. “You better last long then tomorrow.” GB commented in a deep tone as he closed his eyes aswell, again taking a deep breath. All of this felt.. comfortable. Strangely comfortable. As if the electric belonged there in his arms.

[electricengine]

“Mm. Promise I will~” Electra gave a small laugh, not being capable of wiping the smile off his face, especially not when he felt GB’s arm around him. This was nice, the electric thought. More than nice. Wonderful! He really did cherish this moment. He cherished Greaseball quite a lot as well! The electric engine could feel himself coming closer and closer to sleep. Electra wouldn’t lie, he was more than a little excited about the following day.

[greaseball-thediesel]

The diesel aswell closed his eyes, finally feeling the tiredness kick in. Instinctively he shuffled a bit more to hold Electra closer and more secure, nestling himself on to the electric engine and releasing a soft yawn. Never had the other stayed over night before but GB honestly didn’t mind one bit. Especially not now when he was so comfortable. “Goodnight…” he mumbled quietly and actually was already close to fall asleep.

[electricengine]

The electric engine slept quite soundly through the entire night, feeling more comfortable than ever. When morning came, though, Electra wasn’t as pleased. He didn’t want to wake up. But his systems practically forced him to. With a disgruntled groan, Electra shuffled around a little and stretched his legs. But he didn’t open his eyes, hoping to just fall back asleep.

[greaseball-thediesel]

Electra would probably be quite displeased once he'd find out that Greaseball was an early bird. Waking up in the morning, the diesel immediately got up and out of bed but at least he had enough decency to not disturb the electric next to him all too much. Still, it had been quite a pleasing feeling waking up next to someone. Someone warm. He liked that which is why he almost regretted getting up already. Since he was wearing no clothes anyways, GB decided he'd take a quick shower and then.. well he'd see what to do then. Eventually Electra would be awake by then aswell. With a sigh, he skated into the bath and got into the shower, turning the cold water on.