Wash sighed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Tucker, you can't always stop at 69." Wash scolded, exasperated. Tucker groaned in pain. "Seriously, this time I'm really tired." Tucker said in a strained voice as he got up.

"I know what will make you feel better." Wash suggested.

Tucker smirked. "Bow Chicka-"

"5 LAPS!"

"Aw shit."
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Tucker was panting heavily as he finished the course. Wash stared at Tucker.

"Well that was uh a... Legitimate time for a beginner." Wash said awkwardly.

"I fucking... Hate you..." Tucker panted angrily. Wash chuckled and took off his helmet and Tucker's.

"What are you-" Wash crashed his lips against Tucker's. Tucker responded immediately.

Wash pulled away, breathless. "So, about the number 69-"

"BOW CHICKA BOW WOW!"

"69 LAPS!"

"Fucking shit."