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"Max, we're brothers," Charles pressed his palms against his chest, trying to build at least some kind of boundary. "We have to stop."
Max caught his wrists, pinning them to the wall, and hovered so close his hot breath brushed Charles's lips.
"Brothers don't kiss until they bleed, Leclerc. And they definitely don't want each other the way we do right now."
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31 Jul 2026
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Max had a very specific kind of workout in mind when he followed Charles to the private gym.
It didn’t involve any weights.
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30 Jul 2026
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His friends called it Operation: Get Charles Laid. A foolproof plan to make sure the birthday boy didn’t spend another year crying over telemetry and takeout. All Charles had to do was show up, have a few drinks, and maybe flirt a little.
He didn’t expect the bartender with the soft voice and wicked smile. He didn’t expect the heat, the tension, the way Max made “just one drink” sound like a promise.
And he definitely didn’t expect his friends to be right for once.
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30 Jul 2026
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In the heat of his Silverstone win, Charles promised Max that they could do whatever he wanted next time they shared a podium. Max really wants Charles to make a mess of his thigh. A serious mess. The whole nine yards of mess: sopping, creamy, wet, dripping—
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Max used his ass as a stress ball. “I want to see you ride my thigh. And kiss me while you do it. And squirt all over it and get it all wet—“
“Jesus Christ.” Charles felt like he needed to fan himself.
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30 Jul 2026
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“Fuck off, Max. We are not having dinner, and you’re not staying over, and we are not having sex. We’re not doing any of that, because now I feel stupid. I pulled so much shit together for you.” Blue starts to bleed into his sterness, glassy eyes getting glassier, scowl a little less composed. “I spent so much time doing all these things I thought you’d like because we’re finally a couple, and I’m finally allowed to show you how much I care, and now it all seems stupid. I feel stupid. I want to go to bed. Please leave.”
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Max is late for Valentine's dinner. He has to spend a lot of time on his knees to get on Charles' good side.
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30 Jul 2026