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Ever since the day of the championships, Greaseball hadn’t been able to get a certain electric off of his mind. He had cursed himself over and over in his mind for not sucking it up and moving on but...the kiss Electra had given him after the crash. The memory played itself on repeat. He hated that.
But he also craved that feeling again.
Dinah appreciated the apology. She really had, but she said that she needed time to herself to figure things out. Fair enough, he supposed. He couldn’t get away with being a dick to her, and to everyone else, for much longer…
So he pulled himself up by the bootstraps and made his way over to Electra’s shed, his hand shaking before managing to knock on the door.
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“It’s too late to back out now.” Greaseball felt the electric’s breath against his ear, deeply terrified after admitting that he wanted those lips against his skin once more. He certainly got his wish, Electra peppering small kisses along his jawline.
Greaseball couldn’t help but melt at the sensation. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a small electric shock with each point of contact, only serving to make Greaseball harder than a rock.
“You can’t resist it, be honest.” Electra teased with a smirk placed triumphantly on his face.
“Shut up.” Greaseball snapped back, but it only made Electra laugh.
“Oh dear. Where’s that macho diesel act, hm? I have to say, I was more attracted to that Greaseball-”
Electra was suddenly cut off by a gruff pair of lips on his, Greaseball forcing his way inside Electra’s mouth with his tongue. The superstar wanted the macho act back? Alright. No problem.
Soon enough, Electra was pinned against the wall, his arms wrapped around Greaseball’s burly torso, massaging the small of his back. Greaseball kept one hand firmly holding the nape of Electra’s neck, the other holding him in place by his slim waist.
Electra couldn’t help but moan into the kiss - truly, this was what he wished he could’ve gotten out of Greaseball at the championships, had they been alone. Unfortunately either Dinah, or Pearl, or even that nasty little caboose were always around, leaving Electra to settle for a quick peck on the diesel’s lips. He played it off like he was teasing him, of course. But he couldn’t be happier that Greaseball had come knocking on his door that evening.
The diesel began to roll his hips as they kissed, signaling to Electra that he was down for more than just making out. Electra broke away from the kiss suddenly to look down at Greaseball’s cock, which was hardly concealed by his codpiece anymore.
The AC train couldn’t help but gasp, bucking his own hips in longing. “Y-you know…” He started, a lot less confident than he sounded just a minute ago. “I have a valve as well. If that’s what you’re used to.”
Greaseball didn’t quite register exactly what Electra was trying to imply, his mind still clouded by his own lust for the electric engine. “Oh, mhm…” He groaned, still trying to steal kisses along Electra’s neck.
It wasn’t before Electra unlatched his own codpiece that Greaseball realized what he had been trying to say before.
“Oh. Oh, you have...both parts.”
Electra nodded, not quite sure if Greaseball meant that in a good or bad way, but still clung to the diesel’s form regardless.
“I like that.” Greaseball affirmed with a devious smile.
That was a relief for Electra who happily smiled back at him, locking their lips in another kiss.
Greaseball reached down to start teasing at the electric’s valve, it being a great deal wetter than he’d ever felt before.
“Damn, darlin’.....” He chuckled, easily slipping a few fingers inside. “You’re so wet.”
Ooooh pet names. Electra hummed in response, throwing his head back at the stimulation Greaseball was already giving him. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for a while, I have to admit.” Electra finally gasped, quietly and sensually. “Though, I did imagine you would be a bit longer.” He couldn’t help but taunt the diesel even further - perhaps it would mean he’d be more aggressive when fucking him.
What a delicious thought.
Greaseball huffed, removing his own codpiece. “You obviously didn’t get a good look at it.” Though, it was true that he may not have been quite as long as Electra was expecting, but his girth certainly made up for that. Electra stared hungrily before deciding to drop to his knees and begin sucking Greaseball off. Like instinct.
It was Greaseball’s turn to moan, the electric shocks he felt on his skin before were now tantalizingly teasing at his cock. “Ahhh, mmmm. Oh, Lexi….”
Electra had never been called that before - though, he had to admit, he quite liked it. He found himself wondering how long Greaseball had been wanting to call him that. He kept up his pace, bobbing his head up and down on Greaseball’s thick member before shooting up, not being able to hold in his desire to be fucked by the diesel any longer.
“Come on, Greaseball. Fuck me.” Electra whined, pulling Greaseball onto the bed.
The diesel only chuckled in response, but was more than happy to oblige, climbing on top of Electra and kissing his neck. He made his way down slowly to his chest, then his stomach, and then eventually his dick, not wanting to ignore one part for another.
“Get on with it!” Electra was desperate at this point, begging not to be teased any longer.
Greaseball just gave him a winning smile before lining up his cock with Electra’s entrance and shoving himself inside. He knew he didn’t have to be gentle with the electric.
Electra only responded with cries of pleasure, Greaseball’s cock filling him out perfectly. “G-Greaseball, hnnng.”
“What is it, doll?”
“Faster…”
Greaseball smirked, picking up the pace. He laughed into Electra’s ear, the low-pitched snicker sounding nothing less than irresistible to the electric.
Through his moans and gasps, Electra managed to choke out a plea. “Come on, G. I wanna feel your cum dripping down my legs. Fuck me harder!”
Fuck. Electra could really give Greaseball a run for his money when it came to sex. He didn’t think it was possible for anyone else to match his libido.
But there he was, ramming into Electra as hard and as fast as he could, not being able to help releasing his own moans. He’d never sounded this...slutty before, something about the electric really got his engine purring more than any other train out there.
Unfortunately, the drawback to all this immense pleasure was that Greaseball came a lot sooner than he normally did - with a strangled moan, he filled Electra up with his warm, thick cum, the remains of which leaked out of the electric’s valve and dripped down his slender thighs.
Shame consumed the diesel afterward, having not been able to have Electra cum at the same time, but he soon rectified that by wrapping his mouth around his lover’s cock. With a good few moments of sucking, Electra was cumming directly into his mouth.
The shame only increased as he spit the cum out onto the floor.
Electra was cackling. “Never had to swallow before, I take it?” He teased once more, Greaseball staring daggers at him.
Electra sat up and caressed the diesel’s cheek. “I’m just teasing you, love.” He said with a smile.
Greaseball was silent for a moment as he cleaned himself up - though he knew Electra liked to taunt him. He shouldn’t take everything to heart.
“You were amazing, Lex.” He said sincerely, making eye contact with the electric once more.
Electra smiled. It was genuine, not a smug look of triumph or a teasing sneer. “I don’t have the words for how wonderful you were.”
Greaseball returned the smile, the fear he once felt slowly melting into….something else. Perhaps love.