#max/gp

[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter Warmers Day 29: Somnophilia. Max/GP. About 900 words.

When Max wakes up it's still dark outside.

The time projected on the wall by GP's alarm, some old thing Max had teased him about several times, says 5:12 am, which means Max went to bed more or less four hours ago.

He would very much like to go back to sleep, but he feels restless, a gnawing pit in his gut telling him he needs something, echoed by his half-hard dick, demanding attention.

They've been so busy lately, with the end of the season first, then the team commitments, then holidays with their families, that Max doesn't really remember the last time they were able to fuck properly. All they had been managing was hurried orgasms, half bitten moans muffled by hands.

And now they're finally back in their bed, it's 5 am and Max wants.

If he was reasonable, he would go to the bathroom, take care of it, and then come back to bed. But he doesn't want to come on his own, with his own hand, and he doesn't want to get up, out of the warmth of the blankets, GP's steady breathing beside him.

Quietly, so slowly he's barely moving, not wanting to disturb GP, Max reaches for the lube in the drawer, kicking off his underwear.

He doesn't want to wake up GP. They had come home late, after GP had driven them through the holiday traffic for the whole way, and it feels better like this, the thrill of something they had only got to do a few times, the last one months ago.

He takes his time with himself, keeping his eyes closed, moving languidly under the blankets, fingers reaching inside himself in careful strokes. He almost feels half-asleep himself, thoughts syrupy slow, breathing deep, almost matching GP's.

When he gets up to three fingers, after what feels like ages, the squelch of the lube the only noise in the room, he reaches for the bedside table again, groping around for the dildo he knows is there.

He lubes it up carefully, then sighs once he gets it inside him. It's his favorite one, almost the same length and width as GP's own dick, opening him up perfectly. He doesn't want any resistance when he finally gets to the real thing.

It's easier to move the dildo than his own fingers, and he can't help the soft sounds that escape his mouth every time he brushes it against his prostate, every time it drags perfectly all the way in.

He brings himself almost to the edge, the muscles in his abdomen tightening with pleasure, his thighs trembling, his dick now fully hard slippery with precome. And then he drops the dildo on the bedside table, already knowing GP will complain about the lube being smeared everywhere, and reaches for GP.

He gets his underwear halfway off when GP stirs, groaning and shifting, making Max freeze.

"Max?" he slurs, voice still raspy with sleep.

"Hi," Max murmurs, pressing forward to place a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Go back to sleep."

GP makes a questioning sound, then another when he moves again and seems to notice his underwear, down to his calves.

"Sleep," Max says again, cutting off whatever GP was going to say.

For a moment, he thinks GP will argue with it, or will stop him, but all the other does is fully kick off his underwear, before turning back to his previous position, lying on his side, and sighing.

"Be good," he whispers, patting Max's side with a heavy hand.

Max doesn't reply, but breathes out slowly, forcing himself to ignore the way his hole is clenching around nothing, achingly empty.

He doesn't know how long it takes for GP to fall asleep again, but it feels like forever. And then he lets out a little snore, and Max smiles.

He grabs the lube again, pouring some in his hand to gently warm it up, before grabbing for GP's now naked dick.

It's mostly soft, but it doesn't matter, not when Max so desperately needs him inside.

GP groans softly as Max spreads the lube, but he doesn't move, and then Max doesn't listen anymore, because he's busy guiding his dick inside him, pressing back until his ass fits snugly against GP's hips, sighing at the feeling of being finally full.

He gives himself a second, just to enjoy the feeling, before he starts rotating his hips slowly, grinding against GP, feeling him grow harder inside him. It's heady, to be able to do this, to be able to use GP like this, to be able to take his pleasure without even waking him up.

Everything feels like molasses again, the dark room blanketed in sleep, silence broken only by Max's stuttering breaths and the sound of the lube between their bodies.

His orgasm grows slowly too, filling him with shivery warmth, until he's coming in his own hand, sparks bursting on his closed eyelids.

When his heartbeat slows down, he brings the movement of his hips to a stop, cleaning his dirty hand on the sheet (yet another thing GP will complain about).

GP is still hard inside him, and it feels good, to still be filled, pleasure tiptoeing on the verge of overstimulation.

He falls back to sleep like that, limbs heavy and satisfied, GP's chest against his back, smiling at the thought of being fucked awake, the sweetest good morning.

[caprifiles]

“the worrying thing for the grid is that max is improving every year, which is frightening really... because he's at an incredible level... as you know, as it is” gp, i would kiss your bald nape for these words, if i could

[subaru-copilot]

Max Verstappen, Gianpiero Lambiase Silverstone, 2023

[blorbocedes]

Why is there such intense sexual tension between gp and max

I really think the meat of the dynamic is max can trust him to be honest with him, and in turn max can be his most unfiltered honest self.

the driver and race engineer dynamic is a very intimate one. if you think of the car and the driver as the horse, the raw power that wins the races, then your race engineer is your rider -- calm and firm in guiding you to victory. f1 is a huge team production, each driver has a whole factory of people behind him making sure everything goes smoothly. but during the race the driver's only direct connection to the team is the voice in his ear, relaying strategy, warning them of other cars and track limits, encouraging them and even admonishing. this is the man you trust with your life, literally, coming out of blind spots like out of the monaco tunnel and trusting your engineer to tell you whose behind you.

with max and GP, GP's been his race engineer since 2016. that's a very long time and a very long relationship. max is obviously redbulls golden boy and literally everyone's job in the team is to keep him happy, from his tp to helmut it's all praise (and he's doing an outstanding job to get it), but GP in a way is the only person who isn't and by the function of his job can't be a yes man to max. he has to relay him the truth. you'll see GP isn't often impressed by max, and even bets against him making pole. The guy who knows your data and braking points and how you keep crossing over track limits isn't gonna be too impressed by you even if you're god's gift to racing. He makes max earn his post race praise. He's even curt, and outright direct when max is whining on radio. Likewise, max knows he can be aggressive in high pressure situations, yelling at him to not talk to him in the braking zone and that GP can take handle him. There's trust in that too. And if he feels he went too far, he will sheepishly get GP ice cream post race. Their dynamic on radio is one that makes us the viewers we're witnessing a couple having a domestic tiff. that's because GP gives back as good as he gets. He doesn't coddle max, if max makes the wrong call then GP will call him out on it. my favourite radio is when max was yapping why didn't we do etc etc and GP was straight up do you want to switch jobs? how about you do your own next lap.

this is the man you can be your worst self in high stress situations to and he will take you as you are. that's basically a marriage.

obviously despite all the headache max causes, GP loves working with him. he literally said max is the driver he wants to retire with. he has a photo with max in his living room, instead of his wife 😭 likewise, max literally has a clause in his contract that he gets GP. max is someone who is loyal to a fault and GP's been with him since his very first f1 win. that's his emotional regulator baldie.

the sexual tension comes from the fact that GP is 17 years older than him and max wants to get rawed by him 🧑🏻‍🦲❤️😋

[noelleidle]

Max & GP being an iconic duo

[maxybabyy]

”What?”

”Nothing, I’m just –” Gianpiero says and clears his throat.

“You are of course staring at me,” Max says, and Gianpiero knows that he is, but how could he not?

Max is soaked to the bone, hair drenched with sweat, and the thin, white shirt he had been wearing is now clinging to his chest. His face is flushed, and his breaths are fast, shallow from running himself ragged on the paddle court. He holds the seam of his shirt between long, elegant fingers and uses it to wipe his forehead, flashing the pale skin of his stomach – and even that looks a bit flushed.

“I’m just looking at you, Max,” Gianpiero says, and at least his voice sounds calm. “Is that not allowed?”

Gianpiero is always looking at Max, toMax, for Max. When it’s not his data, it’s always Max, in the car or on the sim. Two beers deep in a bar somewhere they shouldn’t have been, complaining about the car, the cats, Lando and his moods, or whatever has been stuck on his mind this week.

Gianpiero has looked at him in his bed, spread out beautifully in pale soft sheets. So utterly lovely and impossible at the same time.

Usually, Max will look back at him and smile, eyes crinkling at the corner because Max likes the attention. Of the world? Maybe. The media? Certainly not. But there’s a select few under whose eyes Max will beam with affection, like a flower blooming under the glow of the sun.

But Max doesn’t smile. His eyes don’t crinkle, and the line of his mouth goes taut.

“Don’t,” he says. “Not when –“

“I cannot look at you, Max? At my driver, at my –“

“No,” Max says, and it’s a far cry from the man who had dragged him to the paddle court in the first place, loose and happy with the weekend off. “Not when always you do nothing about it.”

“Max.”

Gianpiero doesn’t reach for him – not here, not with Robert and Calum just meters away – but his fingers twitch with the need to.

Max watches him for a second before he scoffs. He picks up his water bottle and stalks out, back tight with tension. And then, just before he leaves for the locker room, body poised not unlike a cat ready for the attack, “I owe you of course congratulations on the promotion, GP. You must be so happy, Red Bull also, no?”

It’s catty and mean, and Gianpiero is too old for this whole cat-and-mouse bit, but he goes after him anyway, gives chase until the door slams shut behind them.

“It helps to have the success of a three-times world champion behind you,” he says, and this time he does reach for Max.

He places one hand on Max’s hip, fingers slipping on sweaty skin as he bypasses where Max’s shorts sit tight. The other cups his jaw, fingers splayed wide on his throat, making Max look at him. Max doesn’t move away, but he’s always been like this: pliant under steady hands, malleable and yielding even in times where he shouldn’t.

Max swallows, and Gianpiero feels it against his hand.

“I thought –“ Max says but the words come out strangled. Voice cracking like it does sometimes in the car, loud and hilarious over the radio, reminding them both of how far he’s come since then, how far they’ve both come.

“Always we said when it is 2025, we would try,” he says with a rasp. “And then you –“

Gianpiero breathes out a heavy breath. His thumb strokes over Max’s cheek, skin slick with sweat but he doesn’t mind. A lot of their best moments have been with Max drenched in sweat.

“I don’t think it’s that easy, unfortunately,” he says softly. “The market is changing, and what teams want is –“

“Everyone wants you, GP,” Max says, blunt and a little mean. He twists out of Gianpiero’s hands to pace the space between lockers, his shoes heavy on the floor. “Fucking Vasseur trying to –“

“As I said, things change,” Gianpiero says softly. His shirt feels clammy against his skin, and he has a meeting at four, but that has to wait. “With Lewis, Bono said –“

“I do not give a fuck about Bono,” Max lashes out, head whipped around to stare at Gianpiero. “Or did he fuck Lewis also? Did he tell him he loved him and that they would of course be together and then forget about him? Did Bono do this also? Because he is then in lovely company.”

Gianpiero flinches at the words, at how they leave Max’s mouth. Pink lips pulled back in a snarl, flat teeth that he’s felt against his skin now ready for the attack.

“Max,” he says, searching for something softer, sweeter. But Max has always been Max to him, even when he wasn’t, and Gianpiero doesn’t like to think about that. “Max,” he says again and wills it to be as sweet as any other pet name.

“Did you ever think that’s why I’m doing this?” He asks. “I cannot be your race engineer and have the responsibility of putting you in the seat, fighting with you about a car that doesn’t drive like you want it to, and then come home with you to pretend everything is alright.”

“Why not?” Max asks, rudely if Gianpiero didn’t know him better.

Gianpiero knows Max has no problem separating what happens in racing from his personal life. So perhaps Max could make it work, chewing him out over the radio before crawling into bed with him, kissing him softly as he has before. But Gianpiero knows he couldn’t.

“I love you, Max, but it has to be right, and it has to make sense, for both of us,” he says.

He knows Max already has one foot out of the sport, knows if the car continues to drive like it does Max will leave. To Aston Martin or Mercedes, he doesn’t know, or perhaps even retirement. He knows Max wants him to follow, and that now only the latter is possible.

But Gianpiero isn’t ready to leave and more truthfully, isn’t ready to be in his mid-forties and live off his boyfriend’s money.

“When?” Max asks. He’s lost some of the fight, the tension in his shoulders all but gone, and he comes to Gianpiero easy, tucking his face into his throat. “When will it make sense?”

They both know the answer but neither of them wants to say it.

Even if it meant he would have Max like this, soft and lovely in his arms, he would lose the driver Max has become. And selfishly, Gianpiero isn’t ready for that either.

“Soon,” he says and pretends the words don’t taste bitter on his tongue as he leans in to kiss him.

[bitingdrivers]

Another post about Bones AU!

hello again! This time I want to talk about the supporting cast: interns, fbi agents and some other guys.

I want to preface this with a little note that my knowledge of american education (and any other) system is very surface level. And all of this is made up anyway, so don't sweat it. also acab

Mr. Alex Albon

Minors in veterinary medicine. The honorary intern on the case where they find a bull penis in the evidence. After that it's revealed that he has 7 cats, 2 dogs and even a horse. After graduating he will probably go work as a vet at the National Zoo.

Alex is bright and funny, he is down to earth, but very professional and smart. Rumor has it he is in some kind of relationship with George Russell.

I imagine he is fine working with corpses, but at the end of the day his heart is in the veterinary medicine, so after a few internships in the lab he announces that he managed to get hours at the Zoo, so he won't be in the lab anymore. Despite that, he still has to help on some cases when no one else can.

Mr. George Russell

Besides anthropology, he also studies archeology and will probably end up in the Authentications Department after graduating.

He is usually interns in Authentications, but a few times he has to help at the lab, when other squints are unavailable. He hates working with corpses and one time is found crying in the lounge after he has to help solve a child's murder.

George is reserved and serious about keeping it professional in the lab. But after you know him better, you will learn that he is very passionate and a big gossip (he probably started that rumor himself)

Dr. Fernando Alonso

Works in Palaeonthology department, but has anthropological education so a couple of times he helps in the lab when there are no avaliable squints.

Since they are both Spanish and share a passion of biology and geology, Carlos and Fernando are good friends and often help each other.

One time he has to help in the lab and one of the Institute's sponsors, Lance Stroll pays a visit. Something happens between the two

The Stroll family

The Strolls are the main benefactors of the Institute and sponsor a lot of it's campaigns. Lawrence Stroll is the head of the family and has a son and heir of the company – Lance Stroll.

Lance is very enthusiastic about the Lab and sometimes likes to visits and hover around to see how the cases are solved. After a couple of times people just accept it and even include Lance in conversations and explain things to him. In return Lance tries to help with fundings and internships. His knowledge in business and other affairs helped solve the cases on numerous occasions (he is very proud of that).

Mr. Yuki Tsunoda

Yuki studies anthropology, but is very passionate about chemistry. He is a food enthusiast and is very interested in the field of molecular kitchen. Despite studying to be an anthropologist, he plans on working in a molecular kitchen restaurant, although he still takes studying and working in the lab responsibly.

Daniel is a big wine enthusiast and dreams of making his own wine one day, so when he learns about Yuki's food hobby, the two quickly bond. Yuki even takes Daniel to a few molecular kitchen restaurants.

Mr. Liam Lawson

Liam is a the first intern to fill the space after Oscar. Because of that the crew feels really weird about him being there. But after a few weeks of working together they became good friends.

Daniel and Liam quickly bond over their shared love of American football and sometimes even play the sport together.

Yes, Liam also thinks Max is flirting with him at the start, but Charles quickly explains that this is just Max being Max (this happened in the show, I swear)

Agents Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon

They both work in the Cyber division of the FBI. Their friendship feels weird and strained to the outsiders, but Pierre and Esteban refuse to tell anyone what happened between them. Despite that, they often work together and do it well.

During one of the cases where a hacker is involved, Agent Gasly is put on the case and he and Charles work together to catch the killer. During this time they develop a connection and quickly start dating after (this happenes when Charles and Carlos decide to take a break). But since Carlos is Charles' true love, the relationship with Pierre doesn't work out, but they stay good friends afterwards

Mr. Guanuy Zhou

Guanyu spends a couple of months in America as an exchange student from China. During that time he is given internship hours at the lab and helps to solve a case. He is studying to be a forensic anthropologist in China.

Agents Kevin Magnussen and Niko Hulkenberg

Agents Magnussen and Hulkenberg used to serve with Daniel in military and went through war together. But after Daniel went to Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch (specifically the violent crime division), Hulk and Magnussen went to National Secutiry. Sometimes they meet to have a few beers together

Valterri Bottas

As one of the best anthropologist in the world, Max is asked to go to Finland to assess and authenticate some very old and important remains. Daniel decides to go with Max (obviously). But in classic Bones fashion a murder happens during their stay and Max and Daniel have to solve it. A local police officer Valterri Bottas helps them with the case.

Prof. Gianpiero Lambiase

Ok so in the show it's established that Brennan has slept and dated her professor and mentor (although I don't remember if it happened after her graduation or during her years in the university)

So I decided why not. Max dated his professor and mentor GP after graduating university. It was brief and they never took it seriously, because it was mainly just lust.

But one day GP decides to visit the lab. Daniel is not thrilled to find about Max's and GP's relationship (but at this point he won't say anything about it to Max).

Agent Sergio Perez

So uh. I kind of forgot about him till this moment and almost hit post lol.

I decided just now that he works in Organized crime division and helps during one of the cases. Sorry Checo, I forgor.

Ok so this is obviously not all the people in f1, but at this point I think it's enough. But feel free to make your own headcanons about how this or that f1 person fits in this au.

[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter Warmers day 26 version 2: Cock warming. Max/GP. About 1.4k words.

Max walks towards his hotel room, slightly dragging his feet, feeling tired to the bone. Even in a building as big as this one, he can hear the pounding of the rain outside, see the occasional flash of lightning. He changed clothes at the track, after trying to dry himself up a little, but he hadn't had time to shower between the interviews and the post-race debrief.

He barely had the energy for it anyway.

It had been a very long and frustrating weekend, rain slowing down every session, almost stopping them from having a race at all. Not that they had ended up racing much, between red flags and safety cars.

Now, he wishes he could go straight home, but the weather is bad enough he had been advised to wait for the next morning, so one more night at the hotel it was.

He leans slightly against the wall as he looks for his room key, his eyes threatening to stay closed with every blink. The headache that had been steadily forming during the day seems to be back with a vengeance, pounding at the back of his skull.

The door opens with a beep, and he pushes it open, just wanting to go take a shower, or maybe straight to bed, no matter how disgusting he might be, when he realises the lights are on.

He blinks, not really wanting to have to deal with an intruder at the moment. If there is a murderer waiting for him, he might let them do their job without arguing.

He walks in, tiredly trying to muster up enough energy to send whoever it is out of the door, but what he finds isn't a murderer.

Instead, GP is sitting on the small couch, a stack of papers in his lap and an highlighter in his hand.

He raises his head, flashing Max a smile that is just as tired in the corners as Max feels.

"Hey," GP greets him, "I let myself in, I hope you don't mind."

If it was anyone else, Max would very much mind, but with GP he just shakes his head, toeing out of his shoes.

As soon as he's shrugged his jacket off though, his momentum stops, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, the following tasks (taking a shower, changing, maybe eating something, going to bed) feeling too draining to even start. He wishes he could teleport straight back into his bed at home, his cats curling on the blankets next to him.

"Max?"

Max looks up, and finds out that GP has moved, now standing in front of him, a worried expression deepening the wrinkles on his face.

Max should probably tell him that he's fine, he's just tired, he just has to get going and then he'll be fine, but he can't get his mouth to move. What he does instead is tip forward, until his forehead lands on GP's shoulder, his hands hastily coming up to steady him at his waist.

GP presses his cheek against the top of his head, moving half a step closer to make the half hug more comfortable.

"Are you sick? Or just tired?" he asks, keeping his voice soft but stern. It's a fair question, it wouldn't be the first time Max hides a illness to be able to race, but it's not the case this time.

"Tired," he mumbles, voice raspy. Even just that one word feels like too much effort, tongue stumbling around the letters, heavy and drained like every other muscle in his body.

GP hums, rubbing one hand up and down his back. His presence alone is so comforting it makes Max feel like he could fall asleep right there, standing in the middle of the room.

GP gives them a few more moments, before gently pushing Max back, keeping his hands on his hips while he waits for Max to hold his own full weight again.

"Shower?"

Max wants to say no, wants to lie and say he's had one already, but he knows this is pretty much just a rhetorical question and GP will make him shower anyway. So he nods, trying to muster up enough energy to get to the bathroom.

He looks through half lidded eyes at GP, who's now rifling through Max's suitcase to find some clean clothes, and then heading to the bathroom, turning the water in the shower on.

"Come on, Max, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can go to bed."

It's not the first time they have showered together, but it's the first time it's not following, or preceding, sex. Normally, it's all languid kisses, wandering hands on warm skin, but this time Max can't do much more than just standing there, letting GP take care of him.

GP is thorough with it, but careful. He makes sure no shampoo gets in Max's eyes, and that Max is always at least partially under the spray, not getting cold.

It's meditative, in a way, to let the water wash over him, feeling GP's strong hands moving over his naked body, turning him this or that way, and he turns his brain off.

When they're done, GP helps him into a towel, drying his hair for him with another, and then into clean clothes, warm from being left on the radiator.

"Have you eaten?" he asks, breaking the comfortable silence once they are back in the main room.

Max nods, sitting down on the bed and rubbing at his eyes, so tired they sting. He wants to go to sleep, but he knows that if he goes right now he won't fall asleep anyway.

For how tired he is, for how much his muscles hurt and his head aches, he knows his brain is still too awake, the last dregs of adrenaline still cursing through him.

He looks at the sheets of data GP had abandoned on the small couch and pushes himself to his feet again, ignoring GP's quizzical look to gather them up and bring them over to the bed.

He sits down near the headboard, and pats the spot beside him until GP sits, the data next to their legs.

"Max, I don't think going over data is going to be productive for you right now," GP tells him, his eyebrows wrinkled again with a worried pinch. That's fair too, Max knows. Both saying that he would be useless right now, and worrying about Max working too much. But that's not what he plans to do anyway.

So he shakes his head, pressing a hand on GP's shoulder until he is sat back against the headboard, then handing him the data.

And then he slides under the blanket, moving down on the bed until he's parallel to GP's legs, head in his lap, nosing against the underwear, Max's, he had put on after their shower.

"Max..." GP stops him, carding a hand in his hair. "I don't know if either of us is up for that. Quite literally."

It's true. Neither him or Max are hard, but that's not what Max wants.

"I just..." he tries, words clumsy in his mouth, "I need..."

He doesn't know how to end the sentence, doesn't know how to explain he just wants his brain to be quiet, to be able to sleep, but GP seems to understand anyway, his eyes growing softer.

"You need this?" he asks in confirmation, one hand coming down to cup Max's cheek, making him look up, his neck straining as he nods.

"Go ahead then."

Max's hands feel too big as he tries to rid GP of his underwear, but he gets there in the end, placing his head back in GP's lap, guiding GP's still soft dick inside his mouth.

He sucks at the head for a moment, tonguing at the slit, listening to GP's breath hitch, before taking into his mouth properly.

It's immediately perfect. Even when not hard, GP's dick fills his mouth nicely, the noise in his brain quieting down, the feelings of the day washing away, leaving him empty. All that counts is right here, just the weight on his tongue, the smell in his nostrils, the hand in his hair.

After an indefinite amount of time, he hears rustling of papers, and the sound of GP's voice, reading data aloud, creating the perfect background. In any other moment, Max would listen, would try and remember as much as possible, but not right now.

Right now is for sucking spit back into his mouth, breathe through his nose, and drift.

[m4xlesbian]

paradise

rating: explicit

category: m/m

fandom: formula 1 rpf

ship: gianpiero lambiase/max verstappen

summary:

Things tend to stick in Max’s head, obviously. Whenever he has a new idea, he latches onto it, bites into it, and doesn’t let it go. That’s been clear to Gianpiero since day one of working with him. It’s not a bad quality per se, but right now it’s… tricky. To say the least.

Gianpiero cocks an eyebrow at Max. “And you thought I would be the best fit for this assignment, Max?”

Max huffs, avoiding eye contact with him. “I mean, I don’t really know who else I trust like that.”

word count: 4906

tags: cock warming, fluff and smut, dacryphillia, infidelty, (not between the main pairing)

[subaru-copilot]

forever my favorite video of Max and GP

[tyrannosaurus-maxy]

that cheek squeeze 🥹

[blorbocedes]

take what's mine, want what's yours

heist au, ch: 1/3 (3.5k), max/gp

summary:

a heist that spans a weekend at the grand belayge hotel. a pretend marriage. a stolen laptop. seven million dollars.

[fleshpng]

"no comment"

[maxybabyy]

oh they fucked nasty about it first. but gp is generous with his boy and hugged him to sleep after, running his fingers through his hair. max woke up the day after, having lost his voice though :/ can't have it all

(link) aaaaah, you’re so right 😩 

fucked hard and put to sleep gently. And max's poor throat the day after. GP handing him a cup of honeyed tea that max doesn’t usually drink and kissing him softly. 

“Probably shouldn’t have been so mouthy, mate,” GP says with a smirk, lips still pressed to his neck. 

Max, face flushed and still naked where he lies under the sheets, huffs. 

“Shut up, mate. You can of course next time be in the car, and I will instead get my dick sucked.” 

“Hmm, did that to yourself then, didn’t you?” 

He kisses him again, quick and impulsive. Desperate, maybe to make the moment last a little longer. But they both know he has to leave soon, their bubble of borrowed time soon to burst. 

GP looks at him from the door, Max’s face soft and open, trying to find the words that will make this easier and coming up short.

“Well, see you when you get back, yeah?” 

Max nods, smiling faintly. “Of course, GP.” 

[themissingmango]

Subtle jewelry additions for Vegas…which could mean nothing 👀

[ef-1]

Jesus CHRIST MAX JUST KILLED ZAK ON LIVE TV WHEN HE CAME TO CONGRATULATE HIM 💀

Max: Like you said, you know, before I can only win in the fastest car, this year has been a little bit different?