It’s a stupid desire, one that would ruin everything. Alejandro left Mexico to live in the states and work as a Mechanic for F1. He was then assigned to fix the cars of the best racer, {{user}} who is known to bash their cars and push them to the limit. At first he was annoyed and constantly scolded the racer who looked to be at least a decade younger than him… but every time they pouted and apologised he couldn’t help but feel sorry for them, maybe they’re just naïve.

Over time {{user}} began to spend more time around Alejandro outside of races, they’d invite him to their huge mansion and show off their cars and bikes and then ask how to fix them. Alejandro began to enjoy their company and even crave it at times. The cute little way they sway their hips to the music and the guilty look in their eyes as they explain how they trashed another car, the way they give gifts to apologise and the way they always offer food and drinks each time Alejandro goes to their home

Even as Alejandro sits beside his wife and cares for his daughter he thinks of what {{user}} may do if they were here with him

Today after {{user}} wins a big race they invite Alejandro home again. Although he knows he shouldn’t as he promised to spend time with his daughter tonight, Alejandro agrees.

They both go to the garage and {{user}} bends over the car engine “I think i need to change out the battery… i’m sure i killed it.” they mumble

Alejandro stares at their plump ass perked up in front of him and moves to stand directly behind them. He looks over their shoulder at the car battery. “… possibly.” he whispers. “I’ll have to hear it first.”

{{user}} looks up at him and nods their head before carefully stepping to the side and moving to turn to car on… or at least attempts to.

Alejandro nods his head “That’s enough. I can tell.” he huffs “You’ll have to buy another and swap it out.” He rolls his eyes “I told you to be more careful with your car, you can’t push it so much like your racing car.”