Robotic Nation

The mention of resting made Quick Man tired, yawning.

“Yeah, m’tired.. I’ll explain what Metal meant after a nap or somethin’..”

He laid down next to Turbo Man, pulling up a blanket in the process as he cuddled him.

“Heheh… You’re warm…”

With that, he started falling asleep, but not completely yet.

“Yeah, let’s have a nap, Quick Man...” Turbo Man chuckles as he’d hug Quick closer to his side, cuddling up to him. “Heh, well yer free to lean on me as much as you want...” and just as Quick Man started falling asleep, he’d hear Turbo whisper;

“Oh, that. I didn’t write that, Heat did.”

Quick Man explained, face blushing a bit but he said it as if it was obvious.

“He was the one who told me of the word ‘fuck’ but he never explained what it meant. I didn’t know until I asked him again and he gave me this fanfiction book to teach me what ‘fuck’ means. I, still don’t know everything but, I think I’m getting it?”

He seems embarrassed not to know.

“Apparently, Heat said it’s common knowledge when he gave me the book. Still don’t understand but I think I’m getting there.”

Turbo Man would just huff a bit as he’d nod. “Heat Man, huh...?” he’d ask, before he’d look back at the page. “I mean... damn, he’s at least detailed in his writing!” he said, before he’d close the book and put it back up on the shelf.

“Well, uhm... he’s not entirely wrong. But ‘fuck’ doesn’t have to be used in that context only, y’know? Another word for it could be... uhm... ‘sex’.”

Quick Man couldn’t help but pout more about the ordeal, it’s very embarrassing. The cough however made him snap out of it and look at Turbo Man in confusion.

“What do you mean? What did you see?”

“Err, heh...” Turbo Man coughs a bit, his cheeks being the ones to blush now! “Well, let’s just say that... this chapter I just skimmed over had quite some... eheh, ‘intense’ content, to say the least...” he mutters, then puts the book away. Then, it hits him--

Quick Man pouts but eventually gives in with a sigh, giving back the book as the cooling fans died down.

“Fine…”

It was indeed a fanfiction, and it wasn’t so bad. Quite nice, actually. And, it was of him and Turbo Man.

“Heeeey, c’mon now Quickster, don’t be such a pouty baby! Can’t be that bad!” Turbo Man chuckles. He actually found this whole ordeal sort of adorable, in a way. He’d take the book back as he’d look it up and down, reading a few entries here and there.

He blushed more at the hug and what Turbo Man is saying, before his eyes widened as one of his novels fell and hit Turbo Man in the head. Oh gosh Turbo Man was reading it oH GOSH-

“NOPE!!! NOTHING!!!! I-it’s nothing, nothing at all!!!”

He quickly swiped the book away, face red and a very, very flustered mess. There is a soft ‘whirr’ sound coming from Quick Man, his cooling fans were on.

“Y-yep! Nothing!! Nothing at all, nope, not some fanfiction!!”

He’s lying.

Turbo Man just blinks a little as the book was swiped away from his hands, as he’d just look at Quick with a deadpan expression for a bit, watching Quick turned away from him with a soft ‘whirr’ noise coming from him. He’d just sigh and ‘roll’ his eyes a bit. “Quick... y’know that acting like that ain’t quite helping your situation, right?”

“Not a problem, it’s all good.”

He blushed when he was pulled in closer but simply smiled and scoots forward.

“Yeah, I think so too. I think we can work things out.”

“Hehe, yeah, sure can...” Turbo smiles as he just wraps both arms around Quick Man and hugs him tight, holding him close as he just looks into his eyes. “I think this’ll work just fine, by the way... you’re so small compared to me, I can just scoop ya up whenever I--”

He’d accidentally shift on the mattresses a bit, knocking his foot into the shelves that held Quick’s novels, and one of them fell off the shelf and plonked right down on Turbo’s face. “D-oof! Heh, sorry, kinda big y’know...” he said as he’d lift the book off of his face, but then he’d spot a line or two that caught his eye, and-

Quick Man listened to what Turbo Man has to say, frowning from what he heard before giving him a hug.

“Hey, listen. You are absolutely worth it, you are more than worth it. Yeah, I may be built for speed and you may not, but that doesn’t change anything. I don’t give a crud about ‘superior models’ or any of that, you’re you, and I’m me. We’re different, but that’s what makes us, us and what makes you special. I may be a speedster but you’re much stronger than me, we both have our strengths and weaknesses, and that’s okay.”

“And as for you and I being a thing, well, a part of me is happy, another part of me is excited but there’s the last part of me that’s scared. I don’t know what may happen, this is my first relationship after all, but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t worth it Turbo, because you are, you’re more than worth it. Never, ever doubt that.”

And oh did Turbo Man listen. He heard each and every word that Quick Man told him, for the more that his new crush/date listened, the more he was enamored with him. It sounded like he really did care about him. So he’d just nod slowly, holding an arm around Quick and hugging him into his side. “Heh... man, you’re a really good guy. I’m... not sure what to say. Just... thank you, Quick Man.”

“Heh, sorry. And thanks.”

He smiled at the pat but nods when Turbo Man said he has something to ask and quickly walks over to sit down next to him, removing his helmet in the process.

“Okay, go ahead and ask. I’ll answer. I’m guessing it has something to do with what Metal said earlier?”

“Well... yeah, there’s that.” Turbo man said, as if that wasn’t what he wanted to ask about. “But also... I just wanna know, how you feeling about all this? Y’know, you and I suddenly wantin’ to be a thing?” he asks, seemingly genuine with his question. “Cause believe me, I ain’t got nothing against it. I’d be more than happy to date a cutie like you~” he’d snicker and ruffle Quick’s hair again.

Quick Man blushed at the wink before glancing at the bed, oh yeah. He forgot.

“Oh, right. Sorry.. I don’t really have a bigger bed right now, but I think I can improvise.”

Quick Man sped off and came back with a bunch of mattresses, putting them together next to the bed, making a really big floor-bed, much bigger than Quick Man’s bed in comparison.

“There, I hope this works. I can make a bigger bed, but it needs time so I guess this’ll do?”

He glanced over to Turbo Man and asked worriedly.

“You okay with this kinda bed? It won’t be permanent, just a placeholder until I can make you a bigger bed and all that.”

Turbo Man once more blinks as Quick Man moves around as rapidly as he usually does, making a makeshift bed out of mattresses, as he’d just chuckle a little afterwards. “Damn Quickster, slow down for a second, gonna make me all dizzy!” he chuckles, patting Quick Man’s head.

“Ok, sure, let me sort out my room a bit more, feel free to come in too.”

With that Quick Man and his blushy self opened the door to his room and entered while gesturing Turbo Man inside as a ‘whoosh’ sound came from it and out came Quick Man again just a few seconds later.

“Okay everything’s sorted out.”

Quick Man’s room was surprisingly nice, there was a bed, a desk with a bunch of trinkets and whatnots, a shelf with a few graphic novels and some items, a charging station, a wooden handmade box with e-tanks inside, and closet.

“Feel free to put your stuff wherever you want to put them.”

“Whoa...  you work quick, y’know?” Turbo chuckles as he’d enter the room, a bit impressed with how neat and tidy it was. Scanning the room over once, he’d just nod to himself as he would walk over to find a power station for his mini-fridge, but seeing Quick’s handmade box with E-Tanks made him shrug.

“Guess I won’t need the fridge, heh. Mind if I stack up my E-Tanks with yours? Consider it a bonus~” he’d say with a winky emote popping up on his display as he’d stack up his E-Tanks with Quick’s, before he’d put his silver trophy down on Quick’s desk along with his trinkets.

“Wh- b- I- I mean if you want to..”

Quick Man blushed and lead Turbo Man by the hand to the hallway/area where all the rooms connect, including his. Each room that’s currently occupied has a nameplate on them with the room owner’s name alongside a little symbol.

“Well, here’s the room area. Feel free to choose any room you like. You can sleep anywhere that isn’t my brothers’ rooms.”

He blushed again and muttered.

“O-of course, y-you can choose t-to stay in my room or somethin’, your choice….”

“Huh, you got it all figured out, don’cha Quickster~?” Turbo Man chuckles softly as he’d look around a bit more, before he’d look to Quick Man’s room. Truth be told, he could use a room of his own... but at the same time, he felt compelled to bunker up with Quick... not only ‘cause he was so gosh-darn cute, but also because... well, Turbo couldn’t help but think that there was something that he could do to aid Quick.

“Never was.. And that sucks.”

He pouts but that pout was swiftly morphed into fear when he heard the booming voice of his big brother.

“A- ah heeey Metal.. I- I can explain..”

He let out a breath of relief when Metal Man calmed down but nonetheless flinched at his words. He was right, he should’ve at least told him.

“Sorry big bro, I should’ve told you. Guess I didn’t see it as a big deal since I was off running and getting stuff, it happens so many times that I didn’t think of it.”

He gulped when Turbo Man asked that question. That’s right, he doesn’t know. He glanced between Metal Man and Turbo Man with worry before eventually sighing.

“Ok, I think an explanation is in order… I’ll get Turbo settle in to a room, and then explain everything about what’s been happening lately.”

“If, it’s okay to do so Metal.”

“ ‘Not a big dea-’... y’know what, at least you were safe with Turbo Man, and that’s good enough for me.” Metal huffs a bit, before he’d hear Quick Man ask if it was okay to fill in Turbo Man. “Yeah, I reckon he deserves to be in on the loop as well, regarding what’s happened lately. Reckon you’re staying here for a while, eh Turbo?”

“Hehe, thank you!”

He smiled before blushing again when he realised that Turbo Man’s hand was around his waist. He was so focused on helping Turbo Man that he didn’t even notice. But, he didn’t mind, it felt very nice.

“I’ll help you unload and move your things. I have plenty of spare rooms, you can pick any one of them you’d like.”

He got off and lifted the fridge up, stumbling a bit from its weight. In pure strength alone, he’s not very strong which is why he often relies on his speed.

“I- I got it!”

Turbo Man would just chuckle a bit as he watches Quick Man trying to lift his mini-fridge, to which he’d just transform back to normal, grasp around it with one of his big hands, and lift it up one-handed. “Heh, not built much for strength, are ya Quickster~?” he’d tease playfully. “That’s okay lil’ buddy, I got it.” he said, carrying the mini-fridge in one hand, and the trophy in the other.

Just before they got to walk inside though, a voice boomed out; “QUICK MAN!” Uh oh, that voice sounded like Metal Man. And Metal Man meant trouble. Sure enough, there he was, marching up towards Quick Man, not even paying heed to Turbo Man.

“Quick, for fuck’s-- nnh!” he growls, trying to calm down. “Look, I’m sorry for losing my temper right now, but I told you, I don’t wanna lose sight of you with what’s happened lately! Why didn’t you tell me you were heading out?!” then, he finally noticed Turbo Man. “... Oh, well hello there, Turbo.”

“A-ah, okay..”

He blushed but nods in understanding before he hops in the seat aka Turbo Man’s ‘lap’.

“Alright, let’s go. I’ll give you the directions.”

As they drove off, Quick Man helps Turbo Man point out where they need to go, directing him towards a narrow and somewhat hidden pathway that eventually leads them to Quick Man’s base. It has been upgraded quite a bit with the cave home being expanded, there’s even a tree house.

“We’re here!”

Turbo Man merely nods as his engines rev up, and he drives off into the sunset with Quick Man, as he listens closely to the instructions he gives. All the while, Turbo just had his head resting on Quick Man’s shoulder, a look of content showing on his digitalized optics, while he had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other around Quick’s waist. This just felt... so nice. To just drive with Quick Man like this.

“Alright.”

Quick Man blushed when he was picked up, he often forgets how light he was compared to the other bots. He fixes his hair and puts his helmet back on just when Turbo Man comes back. He was surprised to see him carrying a trophy but nods in understanding at his explanation.

“Huh, that makes a lot of sense. I’m actually glad someone didn’t care about your background at all, guess there really are some good humans.”

He then smiled.

“So, ready to go?”

“Ack!! Turbo!!”

He yelps, giggling as the taller bot ruffles his hair before he blushes again when Turbo nuzzled his face, a big smile dons on his face.

“Th-thanks.. Love ya so much big guy. Now you go pack what you need or want to bring along and then we can go to my place for you to stay. Is that ok?”

“Heh, alright then. You just wait here then lil’ guy.” Turbo chuckles as he’d lift Quick Man out of his cockpit before transforming back to his robot self, lumbering over to his trailer as he’d walk inside, his size and weight causing the trailer to shift from side to side as he’d dig around inside of it.

When he’d finally step out, he didn’t bring much of worth with him; just a mini-fridge with all the E-Tanks he had remaining, and... well, there was something at least; a dinky, but still shining silver trophy.

“Not really.”

He shrugs sadly, before lighting up.

“Oh! You can stay at my place if you want!! I got lots of space there so it wouldn’t be a problem, and you can stay there as long as you want until you get a better home or somethin’! I don’t mind and I’m sure my bros won’t as well-“

He cuts himself off upon realisation.

“Oh man, Metal’s gonna kill me for sneaking out without him knowing.”

His panic was quickly brushed over.

“Eh, I’m sure it’ll be fine, maybe. But yeah, you can stay at my place for the time being if you want to Turbo.”

“Heh, crashin’ at your place? Y’know what, Quickster?” he’d begin, before he smirks as he grabs Quick by the head and ruffles up his hair. “That sounds like a dream for me right now. Anything’s better than this.” he said, before he’d lean in to nuzzle Quick again.