I Can’t Stop
Denzel shut the door, leaving the two teens to tend to themselves. He hoped, prayed that they would go to the medic soon, but that rarely ever happened. He sighed, rubbing his temples and made his way towards the kitchen where he knew Felix would be.
He found him working adamantly on a shitty JBL speaker, alone.
Felix looked up, “Tough day?” God was it that obvious? Denzel wanted to scream. Some girl died, he was pretty sure Pavitr broke his arm, and he also slammed face first into a punk.
“When is it not a tough day.” he replied glumly.
“I know exactly what will cheer you up.” Felix grinned, his brain already coming up with fifty plans. “You wanna run that new car I’ve been testing? Trust me it’s good.” Honestly, Denzel would take anything to relieve this pain.
“When is it not good?” Denzel said again, but now with a small lilt. Felix needed no other confirmation. He ran over to his workshop, hurriedly checking that all of the controls were in order. The car they were driving had a powerful feel to it. He really wanted Denzel to enjoy this as much as he usually did.
(getting it to regular land wasn’t hard at all since Felix made a fucking pulley system)
They hit the ground running, Felix now recklessly driving through the empty streets of Nueva York. Denzel switched on the radio, turning up the song to max volume, trying to enjoy the ride and simultaneously drown out his own thoughts.
“BY THE WAY I NEVER GOT MY LICENSE.” Felix yelled confidently over the music.
Denzel rolled his eyes, shouting back at him “YEAH I CAN FUCKING TELL.” He pulled off the hatch on the roof and attempted to stand up, stumbling a couple times. Hm…it usually wasn’t this hard…The car skid sharply around the main building, no way the engine was that strong. “Steady on the road! You're gonna fling me outta the side of the damn car.” he complained loudly, attempting multiple times to grip the handles above the roof. Felix laughed, snaking his hand up around Denzel’s left leg, wordlessly pulling it closer to the seat.
Denzel felt himself go weak at the motion. Felix’s hands were warm… and rough from working with machines all day. He almost lost all focus for a second, flailing to grab the handles. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and he tipped his head back against the roof of the car, feeling the rush of cool air.
“Holy shit this is amazing.” he admitted to the driver below him.
“Yeah?” Felix smiled, violently changing directions, earning a yelp and obscene curses from Denzel.
Was Felix using this as an excuse to pull him closer? Maybe. It was also incredibly entertaining to watch the usually calm and collected guy freak out like this. He could honestly do this all night.
“I’ll kick you if you do that again.” Denzel threatened in vain.
“If you kick me you’ll be the one falling, sweetheart.” Felix replied smugly. Something about this whole situation was making him get bolder with his remarks. He physically fought the urge to keep prodding after realizing Denzel had gone completely silent.
Felix slowed down the car, moving his hands down to trace Denzel’s legs. He rubbed at the spot just above Denzel’s knees, knowing he complained about it earlier. God he wished he could see his expression right now. Felix bet he was just melting for him. (and he was right)
The boys made it back to hq flushed and sweaty from the pure adrenaline of the whole situation.
“Who knew imminent death could be this fun…” Denzel said half-consciously. The other part of his brain was replaying that moment over and over again. That leg thing… He could still feel the sensations, sending chills down his spine.
“I knew.” Felix said mischievously.
“Of course you fucking did.” he replied.
Now it was officially time to crash. Felix was the first to go out, lying face first on the living room couch, knocked out. Denzel felt himself fighting back yawns, not even noticing when his eyes began to shut and his body started dropping over the other.