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The cap sat tightly on his head, a reminder of what’s more.
A reminder of just how much he means…
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Everyone has secrets, and so does George Russell. Hooking up with Max Verstappen—his infamous nemesis—tops the list of secrets he'd never admit.
Max dangles a black skirt between his fingers, eyebrow raised. “Whose is this?”
George’s heart stops. It’s the skirt he bought last week because he thought it was cute; and it’s another one of his secrets.
or Enemies with benefits russtappen tangled in more than just sex.
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It makes Gabriel laugh, a real one. He feels raw, breathless, his head thrown back so far that the colors spill across his throat like blood. The laugh rattles through him, all nerves loosened by the heat and smoke and Nico. Between breaths, a bit dizzy from all the sensory input, he presses his open palm against Nico’s chest. The fabric under his skin hums with bass like a speaker, and for a suspended second, Gabi swears he can feel Nico’s heart sync to it. Sharp, quick, drumming the same reckless rhythm as his own.
He hopes so. God, he hopes so.Or,
Gabriel Bortoleto takes on the sisyphean task of cracking Nico Hülkenberg. It goes better than he could have hoped for. -
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“Well... whip it out, Verstappen. Let’s go,” Charles said, smirking at him.
Max hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his stretchy shorts and pushed them to the floor, taking his boxers with them. He could feel Charles’ eyes burning into his skin like somebody was holding a lighter to his flesh and willed himself not to blush.
This was fine; everything was fine.
He had his cock out on a Wednesday night in Singapore, but everything was fine.
OR: After a hook-up gone wrong, Charles asks Max to critique his blow-job skills. Neither of them expected to fall in love on their knees, but reality can be... hard to swallow. (The friends with benefits to lovers fic that has haunted me for months.)
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George is sick during the Baku weekend, missing media day and rasping his way through practice, qualifying, and the race. Max tells himself it’s not his problem, they’re rivals, occasional hookups, nothing more.
But when George drags himself onto the podium beside him, still fever-flushed and stubborn, Max stops pretending. He’s done with silence, done with rules. If George won’t look after himself, Max will.