aah 31, doc mcqueen please! (if you wanna do 13 too iβd love that haha) πππ
Amid the chaos of the pit, Lightning justβloses his mind a little. He doesnβt mean to ruffle Doc up, itβs more that he fucking forgets, sometimes, where heβs allowed to kiss Doc and where heβs not, especially since theyβve told nearly everyone in Radiator Springs and thatβs lowered his guard a lot.Β So fifteen minutes before the race starts and Lightning needs to get into the rollcage, he corners Doc, grabs him by the headset hanging around his neck. βHey,β he says, grinning. βGood luck kiss?βΒ
And Docβs eyes get wide before he actually flushes, which he hardly ever does, even during sex. Then, he presses a broad palm to Lightningβs chest and gently pushes him off. βWhat?! No,β he says gruffly, the blue of his irises flashing under the glare of the sun. βWho do you think I am, kid?βΒ
My fucking boyfriend Lightning very nearly reminds him. Until he realizes what heβs doing, and bites it back reflexively, shaking his head. βOh,β he bites out, letting go of the headset so suddenly, like it burnt him.Β
βGet your head in the game,β Doc says sternly, gaze sweeping the pit. Luckily, anyone whoβs not a crew member is busy and doesnβt pause to notice them, but still. Itβs a close call, and shit like that makes Doc jumpy, every time. Usually Lightning cares so much what other people think about him, but this particular thing, for some reason, feels like a truth that should be shared, broadcasted. Because it makes him happy. Because he feels proud. So he wonβt even realize that heβs not faking the role of Docβs hotshot racing mentee convincingly enough. That heβs acting more like his boy, and less like his project.Β
He spends the next few minutes zipping up into his jumpsuit, feeling guilty while Doc keeps his distance, shaking his head every few seconds like heΒ canβt believe what an idiot Lightning is.Β
Doc is still shaking his head when he comes back, grabs Lightningβs elbow in a firm grip an says, βHey, kid. Cβmere. Got something to stay to you in private.βΒ
Lightning thinks heβs gonna get chewed out for not focusing on the race enough as Doc steers him away into a supply closet, but instead, once the door is locked behind them, Doc cups his face between his palms and drags him close to press their lips together. βGood luck,β he says gently as he pulls away, thumbing over his favorite freckle on Lightningβs cheekbone. βSorry I got snappy back there. I Just. Itβs hard enough keeping my head around you, pretending mβnot used to touching you all the time, and. I dunno. You make me crazy.βΒ
Lightning grins, throwing his arms around Docβs neck, hiding his face in the bunched up fabric of his Husdon Hornet windbreaker as he melts into the cage of his arms. βI feel you,β he murmurs. βThanks for the luck.βΒ