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Daniel and Max during the 2017 Malaysia Grand Prix, by Hafiz Johari

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fav f1 driver

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via williamsracing

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I don’t think this bitch even knows how to beat the mpreg accusations

He’s just sat there eating ice in his giant puffer like a nonsense creature

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my critter family 🫶

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little carcar true detective ish au but nothing happens it's just about carlos' hair

There's a week between their old repainted squad car getting wrecked and the department getting them a new one, where Carlos lets Oscar drive.

Well, lets is strong. Whines for a whole eight hour office day about using his fuck off fancy Ferrari for work, how it'll get messed with if they go to a bad neighborhood, how Oscar will spill coffee in it -- like Oscar doesn't know he lets his little dog ride in the front seat all the time so she can stick her head out the window and shed white fur all over -- Until finally Oscar tells him "We can take my car, just shut up."

It's still a little battle the next morning, Carlos acting like he thinks Oscar's going to give him the keys. And then when they do get on the road, Carlos spends the whole time being as annoying as possible, like a little kid who doesn't want to be on a road trip. Rolling his window down just enough to make the air chop in and out all rough and ear-popping, locking and unlocking the doors, turning the air conditioning all the way up for three minutes, then all the way down. Watching Oscar sideways like he doesn't trust him to know how to steer or something.

"Fucking," Oscar says, after twenty minutes that feel like an hour, the heavy itchy feel of Carlos' eyes on him. He reaches into the back seat, swerves around the empty two lane a little as he one handed fumbles a folder out of his bag, smacks it down on Carlos' lap. "Be useful, read this."

The thing about Carlos -- the reason, Oscar thinks, why everyone else in the department said he was impossible to work with, but Oscar's done mostly fine -- is he's good at taking instructions. He'll be snotty a little -- Read this said back in a horrible impression of Oscar's accent -- but then he opens up the folder and just does it, his low steady voice, his finger trailing down the rap sheet in his lap, the transcript of a testimony from a trial a few years ago that ended up getting dismissed.

It's kind of fine, when it's like this. Everything they drive past kudzu green and bright, the car a tight container around them.

Carlos is, like, not the worst partner Oscar's had. He's a good detective, focused. Oscar trusts that Carlos has him when it matters; with James or with suspects or in a fight.

He talks things through endlessly, every little detail and data point, in a way that makes it easy for Oscar to be quiet and think past the crime scenes and photos from old case files, to the answer.

Or, an answer: they're on week five of the same case, have had what feels like breakthrough after breakthrough, and still they're basically nowhere.

Carlos' voice stops, the low, rubbing feeling of his accent gone. He turns the air conditioning back on.

"Which animated character would you want to be?" he asks, so sudden and strange Oscar turns away from the empty road to stare sideways at him.

Carlos isn't even looking at him. Has his head turned toward the passenger window. He's holding the file loosely in his lap. His sleeves are rolled up. Oscar notices, not for the first time, that it's a shaved arms week.

The car veers onto the rumble strips, loud, and Oscar turns away.

"What is this, our first date?" Oscar asks, casual.

It's a mean thing to say. Carlos gets so fucking twitchy about this stuff -- the other guys at the station making gay jokes or the one time they were talking to a couple prostitutes, trying to track down someone who knew their victim, and the guy touched Carlos' arm and said he had beautiful hair.

But he can't help it. If Carlos is going to look like that and shave his arms but only half the time and ask Oscar questions that are, like, designed to make him feel stupid and young, then Oscar can try to embarrass him a little, too.

"No," Carlos says, slow and drawn out like what a stupid thing to say. "I think our first date would be a long time ago, anyway. I just thought it was a good question."

He's good at acting bitchy and untouched, but under his thumb, the corner of a page of old yellowy paper is rolled into a tight, creased little coil.

"I don't know, Carlos," Oscar says, faux polite in a way Carlos hates. "Who would you be?"

They're a mile further down the road before he answers, head back toward the window again, the literal last thing Oscar would've ever guessed he'd say. "Timon from The Lion King."

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The week feels fucking long. Part all the driving he's not used to doing, part Carlos' weird mood, the way he's constantly looking over at Oscar now that he doesn't have to focus on the road all the time.

Partially, Oscar can be honest with himself, especially under the hot pounding water of his shower Friday night, the smooth, tan skin or Carlos' forearms.

Wednesday night, in the office together late, takeout from hours ago still sitting on their desks between files, fresh coffee brewing, Carlos undid the top two buttons on his shirt.

It wasn't like it was the first time Oscar'd seen that little bit of his chest, the base of his thick neck. But, well. It was the first time he'd seen it during a shaved arms week, and the first time he realized, with gun shot, lightning bolt intensity, that meant shaved chest, too.

Oscar, theoretically, doesn't have, like, a thing for hairy guys, or for hairless guys. His one boyfriend had a body pretty much exactly like Oscar's, sparse, light blonde hair on his arms and a little on his chest; nothing Oscar really ever thought about either way.

The Carlos thing is like, the contrast. Or, well. The Carlos thing is that it's Carlos, probably.

Before they were partners, before Oscar'd really ever talked to him even, when he'd come into the station as a rookie and Carlos was just wrapping up a big case, leading a bunch of debriefs Oscar sat in on, Oscar had been a couple months post breakup, in a new town where he knew no one, and had chosen Carlos as a safe, normal work crush.

Back then, when he jerked off about him, it'd been, like, more creative. Drawn out Sunday mornings thinking about Carlos undercover as a stripper, Oscar meeting him at a gay bar instead of at work, Carlos getting promoted and bending Oscar over his desk during a performance review.

Now that Oscar knows him and sits at a desk straight across from him and spends most of his week in a car with him, it's more just desperate. Hand moving on his dick as hard and quick as he can and hips still jerking into it to try to get more sensation, faster. No more drawn out little stories, and instead now just very vivid, very specific images: Carlos' big plush mouth sucking at the top of a water bottle; his hand splayed on Oscar's desk as he leaned over to point at something in a file; the curve of his ass in his expensive tailored pants as he bent down to pick up his keys once when they fell out of his pocket. The idea that maybe if he shaves his chest he shaves everything; or maybe he doesn't.

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Rico Verhoeven picking up Max Verstappen after Qualifying

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Lando arriving to media day

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Finished piece

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im a little obsessed with george in that dumb ass jacket

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what if I doodled some bottom!carlos..... (drawings posted here)

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"maybe tickling the bumhole a little bit" 👀👀

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16/09/23, Singapore - Daniel Ricciardo watches qualifying for the 2023 Singaporean Grand Prix from the pit wall

📸 by Rudy Carezzevoli (edited)

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