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The freight house and its backyard was packed. Everywhere you looked stood a racing couple either making out or dancing. It was the party before the big final race. Rusty had just announced that afternoon, that he’d be racing instead of poppa, who was up in his room right now, getting tended to his wounds by momma from the fuel yard.
The hip hoppers were sitting outside on the porch, vibing together with the music while inside the house everyone’s attention was directed to the three most desired people in the yard.
Greaseball had just announced in a drunken state, that everyone here would be proud to race behind him, especially Pearl, which made Electra extremely mad. Now they were both fighting about the little pink haired woman.
“Pearl is MY partner, she picked ME!” Electra screamed, grabbing his coach by her waist, pulling her close.
From the sidelines, rusty watched the fight unfold. He kept looking at pearl the entire time, hoping that she wouldn’t play along with this childish behavior and go back to him. He nervous played with the end of his blazer, paying close attention in hopes to find the perfect moment to interrupt the scene. Rusty wanted to storm between them, rip pearl away from the nasty grips of the two strong engines and tell her to race with him. But to his horror she played along and draped herself all over greaseball, talking something about having rhythm.
Defeated, he let go of the now wrinkly jacket and let his eyes go over the people standing around them.
He watched Dinah kneeling on the floor, head buried in her palms, her two best friends Ashley and Buffy comfortingly rubbing her shoulders as she cried. He noticed Purse whispering something into Electra’s ear, both of their eyes looking over at Dinah have her breakdown. And lastly he saw caboose stand near the kitchen island lazily sipping on his drink, his blue eyes staring directly at the steamer. Rusty’s cheeks heated up and he quickly broke the intense eye contact, staring at something else which just happened to be pearl and greaseball dancing on the dance floor.
He could’ve just gone to bed, cried the entire night and let CONTROL pick out a partner for him tomorrow. But rusty wasn’t rusty if he wasn’t so stubborn. He rarely let anymore decide what he should do and the constant bossing him around from their unseen leader really started to piss him off. So Rusty took a deep breath and scanned the room once more to find anyone he liked and who could help him win, bring out his strength and make him the most sought after conductor in all of America, so that pearl would come back to him.
He wasn’t gonna ask any of the girls since they were all hurdling around Dinah, comforting her as she drunk away her sorrow and loudly declared revenge, probably hating every male creature in the world right now. The hip hoppers didn’t believe in racing, thinking the entire system is rigged and that CONTROL always let his favorites get away with everything. There weren’t many people he’d ask. As rusty looked through the crowd his eyes landed once again on his best friend from high school. Caboose.
The little brake man was looking at him the entire time. His usually wide and huge eyes were half lidded like a predator looking at his prey who in this case was the young steamer.
Rusty gulped and stared down at his own drink.
He knew about caboose’s shady business and how he sometimes helped other racers cheat in races. Rusty had never seen it himself but he could’ve guessed how the little blonde took out the competition. That man had taken wrestling and karate lessons in high school to defend himself against his bullies (but still ended up getting shoved into lockers).
He used to know caboose… He used to be comfortable around caboose… He used to call him his best friend… and rusty would have chosen him as a racing partner a long time ago too. But now things were… different.
Rusty glanced up once more and found his former best friend still staring at him. He didn’t want to race with caboose. Not after how things “ended” between them.
The brake man put down his cup on the kitchen counter and started walking towards the brunette. Rusty’s eyes followed him walking around the dance floor, stalking like a wild animal. He quickly downed his drink, grimaced and put his cup away before caboose finally stopped right in front of him.
“I heard about your pop.” He murmured, stepping a bit closer so that rusty could smell his cologne. “I’m so sorry rusty…”
But caboose didn’t look sorry at all. His lips formed a mean smirk and he still looked up at rusty with intense bedroom eyes.
“He’s gonna be alright” the steamer answered, glancing back to the dance floor where pearl had just pulled the diesel into a kiss. Rusty felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.
“Fuck…” he whispered. Caboose followed his eyes and took another step closer. His hands landed on Rusty’s chest. “I know how you feel…” he whispered into his ear. “Watching the love of your life make out with someone who isn’t you…”
The hands on Rusty’s chest slid higher up to his neck and gently turned his face away from the scene.
“It’s terrible, isn’t it?”
Rusty avoided looking at him.
“Don’t…” he begged. “Don’t bring this up again.” He slapped the blonde’s hands off of him. “This was all a long time ago. I already said I’m sorry but I can’t return your feelings.”
Caboose touched his own chest. “Oh rusty, I know that…”, he smirked and leaned in closer again. “And I bet sweet Penny knows that too. Bet she’s probably staring at us right now… thinking about how maybe after all those years together, you maybe lied to her about your feelings…” he added before placing a kiss on the steamers cheek.
Rusty quickly glanced up and surely, his eyes met Pearl’s from across the dance floor. She looked shocked seeing her ex stand close with his former best friend.
Of course she knew about what happened between them in high school. Caboose was in love with rusty but he didn’t love him back. There was a big fight which basically ended their friendship. Rusty had to defend himself in front of pearl so many times, saying that he wasn’t gay and that caboose was only a friend to him because she saw the way the blonde always looked at her boyfriend. Now, with alcohol in her blood and a big muscular man grinding against her back, she didn’t know what to believe anymore.
Rusty’s heart beat a bit faster. She saw them. Pearl saw them pressed against each other and she didn’t look like she didn’t care about that. She looked jealous. A spark of hope lit up in Rusty’s insides. He kept his eye contact with pearl and placed one hand on caboose’s lower back. The blonde purred and leaned even closer, his hands caressing Rusty’s neck up and down while planting little kisses along his jawline.
Pearl stopped dancing altogether and Rusty was about to push caboose off of him, walk up to her and take her back, when greaseball suddenly grabbed her wrist, spun her around and kissed her again. A loud scream came from the bar where Dinah had just downed another wine bottle.
This was useless. Pearl wasn’t gonna go back to rusty no matter how jealous he’d make her. She made her decision.
The steamer gently put some distance between himself and the freighter.
“I can’t do this…” he murmured and headed towards poppas office.
Caboose sighed, already far too annoyed. Rusty was being so difficult tonight and he actually didn’t want to race with that steam engine but greaseball needed to win and BV needed the money.
Through the crowd caboose looked over to the champion and he and greaseball exchanged a quick look. The diesel mouthed a “follow him” before burying his face back into the pink curls. The blonde rolled his eyes and left the living room, heading towards the freight yard’s boss’s work area too.
Rusty was staring at the empty desk. He thought about his grandpa. No one knew if he would ever really recover from the last race. His grandson was gonna have to take over as the yard’s manager with nothing to show but a lost final and a useless legacy. Alone and grey with a murderer as the only person who’d ever loved him.
He sniffled and pushed his head band off his forehead, running both his hands through his brown curls.
“Fuck my life…” he whispered into the dark room. He glanced out of the big window behind the old desk. Orange light came from the left side where the party in the backyard took place. The moon hid behind thick clouds and it looked like it was gonna rain soon.
Suddenly the door behind him opened and closed and for a second the loud music and laughter from the party blared before getting dulled again.
“Pearl?” Rusty asked, quickly turning around in hopes to see his ex girlfriend stand there but instead he was met with bright blue eyes. “Oh…”
Caboose slowly stepped closer. “Already checking out your new office?” He whispered, glancing at the desk. Rusty shook his head and turned around. “What do you want?” He hissed, already annoyed a bit by the blonde man who kept following him around everywhere.
“I want to help you, Rust…” he explained with a little evil smile on his lips, reaching out to touch his former best friend’s face again. But before his fingers could graze his jaw, rusty slapped his hand away.
“How? You can’t get Penny to race with me! You can’t magically heal Poppa upstairs and you can’t find me a way to win tomorrow!!” The steamers voice became louder and louder.
Caboose wasn’t intimidated at all and just smirked wider as his coworker backed him further up against the wall. “But I can…” he whispered, a dangerous glint in his eye as his back finally hit the tapestry.
“Race with me!”
Rusty immediately stepped away. “What?”
“You wanna get back with Penny, save your Pops and win. And I can help you. Race with me and I’ll make you the champion, then pearl’s gonna notice you again and poppa will be so happy that he starts jumping around like little kid… you just gotta make it official…”
The brake man gently explained while slowly walking around the office, grabbing one of the coupling contracts from a folder and sliding it across the desk, the wicked smile never leaving his lips.
“I am not gonna race with you…” the steamer hissed. “I want to win, yes but not without Pearl…” “but Pearl doesn’t want you” the blonde interrupted.
He chuckled a bit at Rusty’s shocked expression. “Rusty… I know you. I’ve known you for almost twenty years now… you’re not gonna show up tomorrow without a partner and let CONTROL pick one for you.” The brake man giggled like it was obvious, walking around the man. “You’re stubborn… you wanna pick yourself and you want someone good… Come on rusty, dont you wanna race with someone who loves you?” Caboose whispered from behind him before stepping so close, that his chest was pressing against his coworkers back. “Pearl doesn’t love you, but I do…” he murmured, grabbing Rusty’s lapels and pulling him all up into his space.
“I love you so much, you have no idea…” he lied, eyes finally snapping open completely so that his piercing blue irises stared directly into Rusty’s bronze ones. The steamer let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, crumbling under the intense glare.
“I can give you everything you want…” caboose murmured, gently taking Rusty’s hand and placing it on his waist. The blonde held his former best friend close, telling him all the things he could get out of the deal.
“Fame… Money… Sex…” caboose whispered that last word and licked a stripe up the steamers jaw. A shudder ran through Rusty’s spine and his grip on caboose’s waist tightened.
“Fuck…”
It was getting harder and harder for him to resist.
Rusty kept thinking about his beliefs, promises he made with pearl and poppas advices.
The old steamer’s lectures were iconic around the yard. Always religious, talking about heaven and hell, how there’s a place for everyone in this life and that everyone had to account for their own actions and mistakes. He had often warned rusty about temptation. That he shouldn’t give in to the devil, a little red man with horns and pointy tail, and stay on his own track, follow his beliefs. Rusty had always listened to him and before that never actually had to question his choices or bend his morals. Not until now.
“That does sound nice” he whispered into the blonde tuffs tickling his nose. He could already see himself on that victory podium, holding the trophy, getting drenched in champagne while every girl in their town draped herself over him.
But suddenly poppa lecture popped into his head: “Play fair Rusty or else karma is gonna get you…”, which made the young steamer put some distance between himself and caboose again.
“No, I can’t”
He already wanted to turn around and walk out the door when caboose groaned and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back and shoving him against the desk, making the pencil cups rattle and fall over.
“Charlie-“ Rusty gasped in surprise as his lower back hit the edge of the table and his palms found leverage on the shiny brown wood.
But “Charlie” didn’t stop. He stepped even closer, swung one leg over Rusty’s thighs and grabbed his jacket again.
“I want you so bad…” he sighed and put on a needy expression. “Come on… You owe me at least one race… I wanna ride behind you… my caboose and your big steam engine… mmh…” he let out a little whine.
“We would be perfect… don’t you agree?”
Rusty gulped and his sweaty hand almost slipped from the desk’s edge.
“I- uh… I don’t know… I guess?” He stammered, cabooses hips rolling against his middle making it hard for him to think straight.
“One… race~” The blonde purred that word like he meant something else. Something filthy. “Penny doesn’t have to know… we can keep this between us…”
His fingers walked up the steamers chest until they landed on the top button of his shirt and undid it. One by one he slowly opened Rusty’s button up, exposing more and more brown skin.
“Just us…”
“Fuck, Charlie…” rusty gasped as the blonde dragged himself up his crotch again. “That’s the plan”, caboose chuckled, pressing closer against the steamer’s warm chest so that his cheek rested on one of his pecs. Caboose took the collar of his own jacket between his teeth and slowly pulled the zipper down while staring up into Rusty’s bronze, shocked eyes. As Rusty saw that his best friend wasn’t wearing anything underneath, he felt his dick twitch inside his pants. He wanted to speak up again, say something about them having to stop or something pathetic like that to quickly end this before it could escalate, but as caboose suddenly slid his hand inside Rusty’s underwear and squeezed his cock once, he forgot everything on his mind and dropped his head back.
A loud moan accidentally escaped his throat before he could press his lips together. “Shit-“
Caboose’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk and he gave the steamer another slow stroke over his hardening cock, eyes fixated on his best friend’s exposed throat.
Caboose pulled his hand out of the suit pants and slowly slid down Rusty’s body hands trailing behind him. He slowly stood back up again before shoving the other further onto the desk. The steamer’s back hit the hard wood and he started to wonder how he had gotten himself into this situation. Rusty tilted his head down to get a look at what caboose was doing and what he saw almost made his heart stop beating for a second.
The blonde had already taken off his jacket and pants completely, only his knee high boots and satin panties remaining, the black fabric contrasting stark against his pale skin.
Rusty felt his mouth starting to water at the sight of his Highschool friend in such a suggestive “outfit”.
The last thing caboose did before turning his attention back to Rusty was push his red cap off his head, letting the blonde strands all fall down into his face.
Rusty didn’t want to admit it but his southern regions began throbbing a bit and his suit pants became a bit too tight. Caboose approached him again and slowly and suggestively kneeled down in front of the desk while his hands slid down Rusty’s exposed abs. His palms wandered up rustys calves stopping at his knees while his teeth caught the zipper and slowly pulled it down, keeping the intense eye contact from earlier again. Before the steamer could stop him, caboose had already ripped Rusty’s pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles.
“H-hey!” The brunette gasped, hiding his semi hard dick behind his hand.
Caboose slowly rose back to his feet leaning over the young steamer. “Don’t worry… I have seen your big cock- mmh… countless times…” he breathed.
He pushed his hair behind his ear and licked over Rusty’s knuckles once, before climbing back on the desk. Caboose’s thick thighs straddled rusty’s lap once again while he waited for the other to retrieve his hand.
“Good boy” he whispered as the steamer resignedly groaned out loud and his cock sprung up again, resting flat against Caboose’s stomach. The freighter’s long fingers immediately wrapped around the hard shaft and began stroking him.
Rusty propped himself on his palms into a sitting position and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted once again. “You were always the biggest here in the yard” caboose whispered, grinding his own bulge against rusty’s hard cock, keeping his stroking rhythm steady while planting kisses against the steamers collarbone. “So big…”
Rusty whimpered and squeezed his eyes close. Did he want this? No. Did it feel good tho? Fuck yes…
“Charlie…” he whimpered, letting his head fall forward on the other’s shoulder.
The blonde’s other hand slowly stroked up and down his side inside the open shirt until it landed on Rusty’s shoulders and pushed his last remaining clothes off, the jacket and shirt pooling around his wrists.
“So big…” caboose repeated, kissing up to Rusty’s jaw, along his jawline before stopping right in front of his mouth, the hand on his shoulder wandering into the brown curls. His breath was warm against Rusty’s lips and made the steamer slowly open his eyes when he noticed that the kissing had stopped.
Their eyes met.
Blue and brown.
Rusty immediately realized that this was a mistake.
Not just the sex, but just looking at his high school friend in general.
Caboose had changed so much over the years. He didn’t look like the little Charlie anymore who had to stand on his tippy toes and call for Rusty to save him whenever he got shoved into a locker after PE or who used to spend hours lying on his bed with the steamer, listening to greaseballs big races over the radio they snuck from cabooses dad.
Now the freighter looked not older but more worn out. His face still resembled his younger self but there was something off about him. It may be the sideburns or his bushier eyebrows but what rusty really noticed were his empty eyes that were still staring right into his. Someone had broken that happy little kid inside of him a long time ago. Someone caboose was close to. Someone he had even once called his best friend.
“I love you so much…” the freighter lied one last time before closing the distance and pressing his lips on rustys.
The brunette made a surprised noise but let caboose kiss him anyway. Rusty kept his lips pressed close together in hopes that the blonde might lose interest and eventually pull away. But after a few minutes Rusty found himself kissing back. The slow kisses and drags of the freighters soft and warm tongue over Rusty’s lips made him melt. One hand slowly wandered up the blonde’s full thighs, to his ass and then his back, resting there protectively. Caboose tilted his head and opened his mouth to let rustys tongue slide inside. As soon as the brunette licked along the roof of caboose’s mouth, the blonde melted in his arms and sighed contentedly. He hated rusty but god damn…
Meanwhile the freighter leaned so far into the kiss, so that his hips lifted up. While keeping his lips locked with Rusty’s the entire time, his hand reached behind himself and pushed his satin panties aside to bare himself for rustys cock. Caboose shivered as the cold air hit his already stretched hole. He knew he would get sex tonight and just did all the prep in advance so that there wouldn’t be unnecessary hold ups.
He slowly lowered his hips again as he felt the tip of Rusty’s dick at his entrance and took the hard cock inside him all in one go.
Both men simultaneously groaned and broke the kiss to throw their heads back.
As soon as rusty was completely sheathed inside, caboose had gone back completely to his evil self again and grinned down at the steamer.
“See…” he whispered, tracing Rusty’s defined muscles “you don’t need pearl…”
Everything after that was a blur to rusty. He tried keeping up but the blonde but as Caboose quickly began setting a fast pace, pushing himself off of his cock and flopping back down, Rusty felt his arms weaken and eventually broke down on the table again. Caboose didnt stop. He never gave each of them a break and kept on riding the steamer into oblivion.
After Rusty’s head hit the hard surface of the desk, caboose stayed upright. He had almost done it, almost finished the job. He just needed rusty more dependent on him, then he’d be ready to sign the coupling papers and the hard part of work was about done.
He planted his palms on Rusty’s chest as he kept pushing himself off the table over and over again.
Even though he didn’t want any of this. Not the sex, not the racing together, caboose had to admit that sleeping with rusty was worth it. The steamers cock was quite big and hit all the good places inside of him. Caboose wanted to stay composed and cold, keep everything professional, but it felt so fucking good. A few years ago he would’ve given everything to get with the steamer.
Did anything really change?
He watched rusty sprawled out on his grandpas desk, eyes squeezed together, mouth hanging open, panting hard, and caboose almost felt his heart skip a beat.
“Fuck…” he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit.
Rusty didn’t look the same as he had in high school. The hard work and coal shuffling had given him defined muscles on his arms and chest over the years. His face looked exhausted and his eyes had lost their spark. He looked broken.
“Beautiful…” caboose whispered while bouncing up and down. And rusty would look even more beautiful tomorrow after the crash. Caboose closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
He could already imagine it… Rusty stranded somewhere along the tracks while his engine kept heading into its death. The betrayal. The horror. The shock.
Caboose moaned out loud.
“Oh how beautiful…”
Rusty didn’t know what was happening to him anymore. Caboose fucked himself on his cock so fast he couldn’t even protest. At this point he also started to care less about “the right thing to do”. His best friend had cracked him open and brought out his vulnerable side by telling him about how he was never gonna get with pearl again.
Rusty had started to believe him.
“Let me help you…” the blonde breathed as he slid his hand to Rusty’s balls. “I’ll make you feel so much better… trust me… I know you…” those words had gotten to his head. Right, caboose was the only one who knew him, the only one who could help now. Why need anyone else? He had his best friend back and someone in his bed. Other people didn’t matter anymore. There was only caboose and him.
“Don’t trust the devil. Don’t believe his lies. He is only giving you what you want because in the end he is going to laugh at you when you’re gonna find out that he was lying. The devil always lies…” those words kept playing over an over in Rusty’s head when he thought about cabooses offer.
But Caboose wasn’t the devil. He might’ve been a little man dressed in red, but rusty knew him. He knew that he didn’t come from a nice family and that he had to learn how to survive on his own from a very young age so his actions were often pretty questionable. But everything that he had suggested didn’t sound evil at all. They even sounded too good to be true.
The loud music and laughter from the party was barely audible enough in the little room. Just caboose’s and Rusty’s panting and the slap of skin against skin as the blonde rode his best friend, was loud enough to make everything else go quiet.
Caboose who still watched Rusty’s fucked out expression and his adam’s apple bob to swallow spit, chuckled a bit and slid his hands into the steamers curls, taking a handful.
“So we’re racing together?” He breathed, slightly tugging on the brown hair.
Rusty just nodded and finally opened his eyes again just to find that mean smirk still playing on the blondes lips.
“Sure… if it helps me get Penny back and win the championship? Then yes…”
Caboose sighed and let his head fall back again. “Perfect” he whispered.
“Now we can really get this started…”
As if the stuff they had been doing before was just fore play, caboose sped up the pace and pulled rusty up by his hair into a sitting position, grabbing his hands and guiding them on his hips.
He quickly locked their lips together again and put his boots up flat on the table to get a better control of his movements. With this position caboose could go even faster and as soon as he bounced back down he let out a moan as Rusty’s tip had just directly hit his prostate.
“Fuck yes…” he growled and bit into Rusty’s bottom lip.
Rusty meanwhile had both arms wrapped tight around the other’s sides, keeping him flush against his chest while his hips bucked up helplessly into the wet warmth.
Caboose’s hand was still holding on to the brown curls and he wrapped his legs around the other’s waist.
“Oh rusty…” he whispered, planting kisses on the brunette’s temple “you’re so good…”
The steamer’s thrusts turned sloppy fast and he felt himself getting closer to his orgasm. His jaw fell open and he repeatedly panted against his best friend’s neck.
“Charlie…” he whined, clinging tighter to the blonde.
“That’s right… I got you now…”
Caboose murmured and was cut off by another moan spilling from his own lips as one of the steamer’s thrusts accidentally hit prostate again. The freighter let go of Rusty’s hair and grabbed on to his knees instead, arching out his chest as he started moving his hips together with Rusty’s now, catching up to the desperate rhythm the other man had set. He noticed the brunette staring down at their hips and chuckled a bit before uncrossing his legs and spreading them wide to give him a better view. Rusty took one shameful look at his dick going in and out of caboose’s pink hole before letting himself fall backwards onto the desk again, pulling his arms over his face to hide his needy expression. Caboose liked that a lot and threw his head back too, grinning at the ceiling. His plan was working almost too well now.
The two racers both felt themselves reaching their peak and began moving harder and more sloppy. Even caboose, who had tried staying in control the entire time felt himself losing more and more to big dick pounding his insides.
“Ah- oh my- don’t stop Charlie… please- ah…” the steamer chocked out between moans. The blonde didn’t respond. He was already thinking about tomorrow again. How he was gonna get his sweet revenge.
Rusty screaming and crying as he’s gonna realize his engine is destroyed. The fire… the blood… the shock…
Caboose let out a needy whimper.
“Oh yes… mmh-“
He grabbed his own dick through the satin panties and started palming it, closing his eyes as he kept fantasizing.
“Charlie, Charlie I’m gonna-“
A few thrusts later rusty finally came, spilling his hot seed deep inside the freighters hole. With one last thought about destroying the steamers life, caboose also came, right on inside his underwear. He kept moving his hips, riding their orgasm out until they were too overstimulated to move.
“That-…” the steamer whispered “that was-“
Caboose just hummed and ran his palms up and down Rusty’s chests rolling his hips as he let the brunettes cock slide out his hole.
“Oh yes…” he breathed, bending forward to place a kiss on his lips. Before he could pull away, make rusty sign the papers and leave until tomorrow morning, he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his head as the other deepened the kiss.
This time caboose was the one who let out a startled noise and rusty the one who made him melt. The steamers warm tongue tangling with caboose’s forked one made him feel a weird tingling feeling low in his belly. And it wasn’t Rusty’s cum dripping out of his hole.
When the brunette let his head fall back again, caboose stayed exactly where he was. What was this feeling, he thought, gently touching his lips.
He hadn’t gotten this flutter and this thumping in his chest in years now. But suddenly after one stupid kiss he felt like he was 16 again staring after Rusty down the hallway, thinking about holding his hands underneath the bleachers, kissing him when no one was looking and sneaking behind the school to make out during gym class.
Rusty opened his eyes again and who he saw wasn’t the revengeful red caboose anymore, but his best friend Charlie.
Gone were the half lidded seductive eyes and the mean smirk. Instead rusty found those big blue orbs staring at his face like he had hung the moon. God, he had missed this version of caboose so much...
“Charlie…” rusty breathed but caboose was faster. He quickly broke eye contact and pushed himself off the desk. He mumbled something incoherent under his breath and gathered his clothes from the floor, putting them on in record time. Rusty was too exhausted to move. The only thing he could do was roll his head from side to side as he watched his high school best friend get dressed again.
“Sign this” the blonde demanded as he handed the steamer the contract from earlier and one of poppas pens. Rusty slowly moved only his wrist and crookedly wrote Rusty McCoy on the dotted line all the way down.
As soon as he was done caboose tore the paper away again and bent forward over the desk to fill out the rest.
“Now it’s official…” he murmured, the wicked smile returning on his lips.
“Thank you Charlie…” the brunette whispered, nearly drifting off into a deep slumber.
Caboose chuckled and let his fingers trail through the brown curls. “No, Rusty. Thank you…”
He folded the contract twice and put it into his jacket pocket. Before he left the office to meet with his brother, he dared one last glance back towards the sleeping steamer.
For one second he hesitated.
A little voice inside his head screamed at him to destroy the contract and play fair tomorrow. But then he remembered that one night in high school again…
“Don’t you see, Rusty? I am in love with you!”
“Okay well I don’t love you! I don’t like boys and I have a girlfriend!!! Stop gaying me up the entire time when Penny is around! She already believes that I don’t love her!”
“Rusty… please I can’t help it!”
“Just leave me alone…”
Back in the present the freighter shook his head and finally left the room. He still had a meeting with greaseball that he had to get to.