SunshineOnARainyDay
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Olicity UST. Set somewhere around the end of Season 1. I would say best described as a variation on the 'sex pollen' kink meme. Enjoy.
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“What is it like?”
“What is what like?”
“Being with men,” Charles gestures. He means for it to be derisive. Cutting. His hand flails a little limply. “Is it different than with women?”
“Yeah, mate,” Max says. “Fucking a guy is totally different than fucking a girl. That’s kind of the whole point, is it not?”
Charles shrugs, bringing his own beer bottle up to his lips. “I would not know. I have never had sex with a man.”
when charles catches max verstappen, his mortal enemy since they were all but seven, kissing a man, he tries to be normal about it. when they start falling into bed together, he becomes decidedly not normal about it.
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03 Oct 2024
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There’s a beat of silence, and Lando just has to know, he needs to know, so he asks: “Do you remember anything?”
Oscar shakes his head slowly. He lifts a hand, then starts enumerating: “I remember the podium, debrief, hotel, taxi, club, Max, some horrible dancing, tequila –”
“That’s what I—,” Lando starts to say, relieved and disappointed at the same time, and then there’s a glint of something on Oscar’s hand, and instead he says, “fucking hell, what the fuck.”
Oscar splutters, his eyes darting around the room and across Lando’s body quickly in search of damage. “Wha—?”
“We’re both wearing rings,” and Lando’s head is spinning, but something tells him he’s right. “We’re in Vegas. We’re both wearing rings in Vegas, Oscar.”
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22 Sep 2024
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Max Verstappen groggily answers a knock at his motorhome door, fully expecting another early-morning visit from doping control.
What he doesn't expect is Charles Leclerc, standing wide-eyed and flushed a pretty shade of pink.
Max’s irritation quickly turns into confusion—and then outright horror—as he realizes two very important things: Charles isn’t doping control, and Max is just about as naked as the day he was born.
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21 Sep 2024
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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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