#gpstappen

[grogumaximus]

[blorbocedes]

drunken kiss / tipsy and gpstappen ? 🫶🏽

Max has told GP he loves him every time he's won a championship.

The first one, Max probably told everyone and their grandmother and their mother's cat he loved them. He loved his team, he loved his mechanics, he loved his car. And of course, of course he loved his race engineer. Probably yelled it over a fifth consecutive rendition of 'We Are The Champions.' While crying and soaked in champagne. It's the best day of his life.

The second one, with the lacklustre touch and confusion of Suzuka and the technicality of points but made it worth it by GP marching across the paddock with the team in their two time world champion special shirts.

"I love you, man." Max is bearhugged by GP and he sinks his head in the crook of his neck, a million cameras flash. A dozen other people around them, waiting their turn. Max is bigger than GP but in that moment feels smaller in his arms. And then the world is back in focus, and he's passed around to other members of the team.

The third time. It's kind of lame to win via a sprint race, especially when the real race is the next day. Max can admit it, privately, even though the car is probably the best it's ever going to be and he can't stop winning. He knows this is historic, even if it will take time for that to really sink in.

So he goes out drinking with his team.

He lives to regret it in the morning debriefs, with his head pounding. He has to downplay it, of course he will be fine before the race. He's raced in worse conditions. Still, it makes all the details to focus on just that much harder while his brain thuds in his temple and he craves a greasy burger.

GP walks by him and hands him a milkshake and two acetaminophens.

"I fucking love you." Max mouths at him. Speaking is too headache inducing.

By the fourth, there is a feeling of urgency. A feeling this could be the last one ever and Max wants to savour it. He's earned it, even if it the rest of the world thinks it's a given.

Another shot is poured his throat and he laps it up eagerly. Four stars.

He sees GP coming to him from across the room.

"I—" He starts.

GP interrupts him, pulling him by the collar and smashing their faces together. There's a few 'ooh's and aahs' whistling from around them but these are people Max trusts with his life. GP tastes of champagne, or Max tastes of champagne and he's tasting himself on GP's tongue. He doesn't know if it's because it was a hard season, or because they're both drunk, or because it was a fucking dare. He doesn't care that much either.

"Me too." GP says, bringing their foreheads together and nodding. Max grins into him, going back for more now that their bodies are practically melded together. He holds him by the strong jaw and GP's arm almost instinctively pulls him together, wrapping him into each other. I love you, Max thinks.

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[grogumaximus]

girl you have to stop with the gpstappen blogging I’ll cry 😭😭😭

they're going to be fine