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“There was one Formula 1 driver who had your poster in his bedroom, do you know who?” “Yes, Lando, crazy. It’s cool, a bit weird as well. It’s life size, it was a cut out from when I was 11, so it’s quite small but I think it’s still taller than Lando now.”
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Just testing out new brushes with this one.
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maxiel - cry
thank you, em!! this smut got a bit sappy...
London 2016 (maxiel, semi-public mirror sex, under-negotiated praise kink, discussions of self-image, horndog Daniel)
"Do you actually own any clothes that aren't from Red Bull or Hollister?"
Max glances up at Daniel as they stand at the luggage carousel. Daniel gives him an over-exaggerated once over that makes his younger teammate bark an embarrassed laugh and cover his chest with a rising flush.
"No shame if not, Verstappen. I also had no fashion sense when I was your age."
"Do you mean that you actually have fashion sense now?" Max quips, giggling and then giggling harder when Daniel smiles and throws a faux punch. "I don't know what brands they are, but I have other clothes."
"Hm. I'll believe it when I see it," Daniel says back as he pulls his suitcase off the parade of bags. Max grabs his and they follow an RBR manager out of the airport terminal and into a waiting Aston Martin after signing a few items from a smattering of surprised fans. As they settle in the back, Daniel puts a hand on Max's skinny jeaned knee and falls into his seat with a huff. Max adjusts the hem of his jacket and zips the Red Bull issued team kit as high as it can go, burying his chin in the collar like a turtle so only his candy apple cheeks, bright blue eyes, and cropped gelled hair are visible.
Daniel feels that buzz of something warm and heady he can't place as he smiles at him. Over the past few months, there's been some new, potent mix of blossoming affection and surprising horniness that makes Daniel uneasy. He feels he's constantly hitting snooze on a wordless, ill-advised need for more around Max Verstappen. Don't shit where you eat, he'd tell himself. Don't fuck a coworker, especially a dude, especially one so cute and pliable. Daniel stares out the window and tries not to think about how pliable Max is or what it'd be like to feel it for himself.
Their manager for the day in shotgun turns back as they drive and informs them they have some time to kill before a Wednesday sponsor visit ahead of the busy GP weekend. Daniel taps his chin and looks over at his teammate.
"Whatcha feeling, Verstappen? We could cheat at a pub, watch a match? A little crab cakes and football, baby."
"I don't like crab."
"It's a reference. You ever seen Wedding Crashers?"
"No?"
Daniel clutches his chest. "No fashion sense and no exquisite film knowledge. This is dire shit. You need me, Max." A flash in the corner of his eye makes Daniel jump. "Oh sweet. We can fix one of those right now."
He taps their manager's shoulder, asking them to pull over. He lets her and the driver know they'll be set here for an hour as he pushes Max out of the car and into the upscale menswear boutique. Max shifts on his feet as Daniel schmoozes with the store clerks, and after some selfies and signatures, Daniel secures him and Max a private dressing room.
"I don't need any clothes, Daniel," Max says as Daniel follows him into the small, warm space. He closes the door and sets down a pile of shirts and pants in a variety of sizes on the dressing room's plush velvet chair. Some spill out onto the floor before them. Daniel stands behind Max at the tryptic of mirrors. He gently pushes Max's tensed shoulders down, sensing again the delicate clay of his younger teammate, how scarily easy it all is to press and pull and pry. "I don't like shopping."
"I'm doing the shopping for you. You're just getting dressed. I grabbed some random cool looks on the fly, so what size are you?"
"Uh, my fireproofs are the small to medium sized ones. Medium? Usually? I could get my measurements if I call Jake since we just did the seat fitting a few months ago and-"
Daniel sighs and fiddles with the tag on the back of Max's shirt. Max jumps, choosing freeze over flight or fight as Daniel delicately handles the fabric around his neck. The fine blonde hairs above his collar are soft to the touch.
"You really don't get out much, do you?" Daniel asks.
"Not to the cool places you go. I don't need much."
"C'mon, man. How do you expect to score any chicks on the road looking like this?"
Max goes silent. "I know. I am not so good looking."
It's now Daniel's turn to freeze, one hand on Max's shoulder and the other at his neck. "Wait, roll it back, Max Emiliano. Not what I meant."
"It's okay. I know it. I'm not as good looking as you."
"Don't sweat it, pal. No one's topping me," Daniel jokes, but he looks up. In the dressing room reflection, he can see Max's eyes are glassy. Daniel squeezes both hands on Max's forearms, feeling his soft, unflexed bicep give wonderfully under his grasp.
"Hey, hey, hey," Daniel says. "Bud, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"It's not just you. I'm just not. I know I'm not."
"Oh, come on. Who told you that?" Max looks askance.
"I don't need to be told it to know. But also the internet exists."
Daniel feels a surprising surge of indignation on Max's behalf. "They fucking hate ya 'cause they ain't ya, Max. Don't believe a fucking word of it. You're so cute."
Max's blue eyes widen like he's turned on the high beams. The dewiness of his gaze leaks out in two perfect, opalescent tears that makes Daniel's heart ache to a degree he'd never expect over a coworker, never expect over a guy, but Max is so soft right now. So fragile.
"You're just saying that."
"No way. I'm a certified hotness assessor. You got literally everything a girl would want in a dude. Strong shoulders," Daniel says giving them a shake as they look at Max's reflection in the mirror. Daniel watches Max's gaze lock onto Daniel's hands. "Unreal eyelashes. Full lips. Crazy cheekbones. Your face just works, y'know?"
Max shakes his head, making one of the tears take a sharp racing line down to his jaw. His Adam's apple bobs with a dry swallow.
"You're stunning, Max."
"Daniel," he says, voice breaking on his name. Daniel's dick betrays him, stiffening as blood gets poorly budgeted from his brain to his cock. Something inside him snaps. He needs more, whatever would get Max to sound like that again.
"You know it, right? How stunning you are? In the car and out?" Max whimpers, eyes blinking faster than Daniel's ever seen them to futilely try and keep the tears inside. Those long lashes flutter over wet cheeks. "You take people's breath away, Max. You take my breath away."
Max squirms in his spot. Daniel gazes down Max's reflection, seeing his hardening length threefold in the angled mirror before them.
"I meant look at you," Daniel says, brain reeling and pirouetting as his hands slide under Max's shirt and lift it, revealing a pale flat tummy and earnestly endearing leather belt. Daniel lowers one hand to slip a finger inside the waist band of the exposed boxers. "You're gorgeous, Max."
"Daniel, I- this is so...it's..." Max's gaze meets Daniel's in the mirror and then back down to watch Daniel's fingers slip deeper. "It's good." Daniel undoes Max's belt with a deft, one-handed unclasp. Max makes that enthralling whimper again that sends every shred of Daniel's remaining rational thought to the bin as he unbuttons Max's skinny jeans and unzips.
"You're such a good boy, Max."
Max keens, hand flying to cover his mouth. "Daniel, I'm...we're...we're in public."
"Then we can be quick," he says. "If you want to keep going?"
"Yes. God, yes." Max's eyes leak with tears as Daniel's hands take opposite routes, one up to cup a burgeoning breast and the other to wrap around Max's cock. Daniel feels along the length, wetting the shaft with precome. "Daniel."
"Such a fucking good boy," Daniel says into his warm neck, pumping and letting Max's ass hit his own hard length. It's too good. Max is sobbing with choked, quiet pleas as Daniel whispers sweet nothings into his ear like he'd do with a Monaco hook-up, not his teammate. The flicker of doubt is painted over as Max's head falls back onto Daniel's chest, thick neck straining and flushed as he nears the breaking point.
"Be a good boy and come for me, Max."
He does. Max spills out onto Daniel's hand, come splattering onto the mirror as Max chokes on his name and shivers in the comedown. Daniel holds him steady and stares at how ravaged he made Max all while he's still fully clothed in Red Bull merch and dark blue jeans. Max blinks up at him in the reflection.
"Was that okay?" he asks, voice small and raspy.
"More than okay. If it was, for you? Ah, Max," Daniel says with blindingly sharp and unwanted moment of clarity. "Fuck, was that too much?"
"No. I...well, I obviously um...liked it a lot."
"We can just keep this on the downlow, yeah? Bros jerk each other off all the time, so it's no big deal, right?" Max nods quickly. "And we'll tell the store clerks the mirror already had come on it when we got in here."
"Daniel," Max laughs in shock.
"Just joshing. I'll lick it clean."
"Daniel." This time less humored, more keen.
Daniel pats his shoulders one last time. He bites his lip. He's still hard and wanting, but Max is so ravished. He wants to kiss his neck and spin him around and kiss all over that unreal face, but that's too much. It's all probably too much.
"Do you need...?" Max offers, almost as if reading his mind. Daniel shakes his head.
"I'm really into gooning. I'll wait til the hotel."
"I cannot tell when you're joking sometimes, Daniel."
"Well, I wasn't joking about you being cute. So no more shit talking yourself, aight?"
Daniel holds out a hand, still damp with come for a handshake. Max laughs and shakes on it.
"It's a deal, Daniel." Max's brows furrow in a swell of emotion. He wipes at his wet cheeks. "Thank you."
"Anytime." And he meant it. "Now we do have to clean up, and I'm just going to buy the clothes that got jizz on them as a courtesy to the staff. I hope you like," Daniel pauses and picks up a come-covered jean button-up, "great, even more jean. The universe has dubbed thee 'jean boy'."
"Oh, that's actually not a bad shirt. I'll wear that. After I wash it, of course." Max bites his full lip and meets his gaze. Daniel sucks in a breath.
He's gorgeous. And those fucking eyes still rimmed red and dewy with overwhelm. Daniel knows he has to be careful, or he could drown in that sea of blue and this dizzying ocean of tears.
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hip and chest... | fp2 | suzuka 2024
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susie_wolff On the Monaco F1 GP track in a Mercedes 1972 Pagode. Shot for #AkrisWomenWithPurpose
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my little men...?
do you think it's worse that i've gone to 5 different stores looking for a can of lando norris monster boysweat, or that i haven't even found it yet?
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Daniel at the 2023 Australian Grand Prix | via dailybilly on tiktok
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Mercedes have sent bottles of champagne down to the Sauber garages (because Sauber didn’t bring enough)
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Alex albon for ELLE MEN Thailand
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[ALEX] british grand prix 2025 // post race
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gp x max + text posts [1/?]
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obsessed with kmag being nico's wag for the weekend
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hulkenberg finally got his first podium while kmag is visiting…which could mean nothing
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Factual description of events. No need to speculate on this.
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