Fox completed me.
I fucked him against the leather seat, my movements gaining speed as my climax drew closer. I was nearing the finish line, and I felt the shadow beneath me tremble. We were going to cross it together. I closed my eyes, pushing down on the gas. I wasn’t about to let go until I saw the checkered flag or God.
In the end, I couldn’t tell if it was God or the finish line that I saw in the flash of light behind my eyes, my body going numb, losing all sensation except the rolling ecstasy of orgasm. I slumped against Fox, gasping for breath, my cock twitching inside him, pumping him full. He dragged his claws down my back, sending shivers across my already sensitive skin as he gasped roughly into my throat.
When I finally pulled back, there was nothing between me and the seat, my cock sliding wetly against the cushioning, the leather slick and glossy with my cum.
“Not fair…” I managed a shaky breath, looking around for Fox.
He reappeared next to me with a purr, his eyes narrowed in delight. “I am going to miss this. Being patient is going to kill me.”
I laughed at that, sitting up and fixing my clothes. “I have something to entertain you until the auction, don’t worry.”
Fox shifted closer, curious. His eyes widened as I reached back into the bag and pulled out the Game Boy and a copy of Pokémon Red.
“I was there!” Fox squeaked. “I was there for the midnight release!” He snatched the game from my hand. “I drove my ex-owner and his brother to it; they were in the line from like 6 pm, just shivering and waiting. Once they had the game, they sat together in me with the heat blasting and played until sunrise. I remember.”
I watched the shadow scoop up a handful of batteries and gently insert two into the console. The Game Boy chirped,greeting him, and Fox’s smile widened.
“Well,” I chuckled. “You catch them all. It might be a week or two, but I’ll visit when I can, alright?” I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Oh, and we got one for your friend, too. Play nice.”
Chapter Seventeen
Fox
“What if he changes his mind?”
I paused mid-button press, my attention pulled away from the tiny screen. I followed the cord connecting my Game Boy to the second console, then up to the shadow that had spoken to me. The Dodge Challenger wasn’t looking at his Game Boy; instead, he stared out toward the horizon, where the sun had only just begun to push pale gold light over the tops of the distant buildings.
I knew what was bothering him. Lai had planted a seed of hope in the old car, one he was unwilling to nurture yet. That hope had been dropped into soil that had been driven over for years, packed down by broken promises. I could see it in the way the Challenger held himself, tense and uncertain, like he didn’t know whether to trust in the possibility or brace for disappointment.
“He won’t,” I said finally, returning my gaze to the screen, though my focus wasn’t really on the game anymore. “Al trusts him. And if Al trusts him, then he’s good for it.”
The Challenger didn’t answer. The silence stretched, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable; I finished the linked Pokémon battle on instinct, guiding my Gengar through the motions without really thinking about what I was doing. When the victory screen flashed, I switched the Game Boy off, the tiny click sounding louder in the stillness of the morning.
It was time to put the consoles away, hidden in our glove boxes, but I didn’t want to move yet. The morning air was cool, brushing softly against my hood, and the sunlight warmed my roof.
“Hey,” I said, leaning slightly toward the Challenger. “You know, I never asked your name.”
The other shadow glanced over, his eyes focusing on me. “My name? I’m a Dodge Challenger R/T 426 V8 HEMI 4-speed manual.” He said it carefully, like he wasn’t entirely sure whether that was the right answer, or if the question had a deeper meaning.
“Yeah, I know that,” I said gently. “But do you have another name? What did your owner call you?”
The Dodge’s shape flickered, his shadow thinning, becoming translucent as he thought; he looked like his memories were pulling him apart, and for a moment, I worried I’d pried too deeply, breaking something that hadn’t had time to heal yet.
The silence stretched long enough that I regretted asking. Then, slowly and carefully, the Challenger pulled himself back together. His gaze lifted to the sky again, still holding the pause, keeping me on the edge of my hood.
“My old owner called me Ghost.”
“Ghost,” I repeated, testing it. “It suits you.”
I mean, it wasn’t the most creative name I’d ever heard. In terms of imagination, it was a bit like turning a Chevrolet Impala into a low-rider; cool, but hardly surprising. But it was a good name, and I wasn’t planning on upsetting a car already up to their wheel-wells in their wallowing. “Shall we get settled for the day, Ghost?” I asked, holding up myGame Boy. The other shadow smiled just a little, then froze, looking past me towards the gates. I spun to look, eyes wide.
A large transport truck was backing slowly into the lot, her diesel engine so powerful I could feel it vibrating through the ground. Behind her, a smaller tow truck followed, rattling and clanking cheerfully.
Human workers jumped down, stretching, grabbing tools, already moving with the practiced rhythm of people who’d done this hundreds of times before, as the lot’s owner stepped out to meet them, pointing toward the back rows of cars, giving instructions.
“Yeah, that entire row back there; the blue Ranger, the Mustang, the Dodge– I’ve marked the ones going to auction, just check the windscreens before loading them,” he ordered, and I perked up, glancing at the white paint-pen scrawl on my glass. Auction–we were going to auction!
