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Checking his nails, Electra finally enjoyed the peace and quiet of his assigned shed. There had been a horrible mix-up, the racing committee had assigned that horrible diesel, Greaseball, in the same shed. Of course, the shed belonged to Electra, his name was at the top! With some whining he’d convinced Greaseball to find his own shed.
So, he’d gotten as cozy as he could, if he couldn’t have his components, he could at the very least treat himself. Filing his nails and figuring out a new color combo for tomorrows race. Glittery, of course, but red or blue? Or perhaps silver? Hmm, choices, choices…
He couldn’t even pick up his options however, as he was interrupted by the door opening and closing. Why was Greaseball here.
“Sorry, princess, we gotta share” He said, and Electra couldn’t believe his ears. Them, sharing ? No way! There was only one bed! There wasn’t even a couch in this shed, nothing he could bully Greaseball into sleeping on. He’d have to sleep in the same bed as that loud, stinky diesel. Ugh.
“And since this is the only bed. You gotta move over” Greaseball emphasized his words by literally pushing Electra to one side of the bed, makeup bag and all. Electra tried to not think about how it made him feel.
“This is outrageous!” Electra grabbed his makeup bag so it wouldn’t fall into the noticeable dip Greaseball was making with his large frame on the bed.
“Trust me, I don’t like this either”
Pouting, Electra turned his back to Greaseball, continuing his nail routine, though it wasn’t nearly as fun now.
It was honestly a miracle he’d managed to sleep at all. If the racing committee was determined to make him share, why did it have to be with someone who snored so loud . It wasn’t even the snoring that woke him up! He was absolutely freezing. The blanket was thin and he couldn’t even steal Greaseballs because the damn brute was sleeping on it. Didn’t he feel cold at all, sleeping like that?
Electra tried yanking the blanket out from under him, but only found himself being pulled closer to the diesel. The diesel who was… really warm. He was like an oven, radiating heat. Hnn, oh how cozy it would be to snuggle up to him. But there was no way Electra could get away with that, surely. But maybe just for a few moments he could, until he was warm and could curl up into his own blanket again.
Slowly, Electra pressed his body against Greaseballs, making extra sure his crest didn’t poke his face in a weird way. The diesel seemed to be dead asleep though, but it didn’t hurt being careful.
Leaning his head on Greaseballs shoulder, Electra positively melted. He was so warm and cozy…
Electras internal clock woke him up a few hours before the first race. He didn’t want to get up though, he was feeling really cozy.
Well, until he thought about the night before and realized where he was.
Jolting up, he stared right at Greaseball, who seemed to be wide awake. There was a thick tension in the air, and the longer they stared at each other, the poofier his hair got.
Greaseball eventually broke the silence by clearing his throat and getting up from the bed.
“I think I’m gonna go. See ya at the tracks, princess” Very clearly avoiding any eye contact, he left. Electra couldn’t believe how much it felt like the aftermath of a one-night stand, despite nothing happening between them. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore all the thoughts racing through his head. He needed to stay calm if he wanted to keep them a secret from his components (even if he knew they would figure out eventually).
Most importantly though, he needed to get ready for the race. He had an audience to dazzle! There was no time for this sort of nonsense!
Just outside, Greaseball was figuring out the best way to deal with his own set of difficult emotions. Stupid electric and his pretty face!!!