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“You cannot rank us equally,” Charles says, with a head jerk at Max. “Who of the two of us would be the better boyfriend?”
“Why do you care, Charles?” Daniel asks, grinning.
“Well, because it’s obviously me, right?”
An honest-to-God squawk of indignation leaves Max’s lips at this question, the first sound he’s actually made throughout this entire discussion. “What do you mean ‘obviously’?” he demands, sitting forward.
“Well, no offence, mate, but you’re not exactly well-known for your success in dating,” Charles points out.
A low fire ignites behind Max’s eyes as he stares Charles down from across the table, lips pursed. “Just because I do not parade my partners around the paddock for the world to drool over does not mean I have any less success in dating than you, mate.” He bites out the last word like an insult.
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or, 5 times Charles and Max try to prove that they're a better boyfriend than each other, and 1 time they realize they're perfectly matched.
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Carlos leads them wordlessly through the winding corridors of the hospitality to his driver’s room. Once the door shuts with a click of the lock behind Max’s back, Carlos turns to look at him, the silence between them sharp as a razor.
The creature inside his chest whines and claws at his ribs in a desperate attempt to get out and bury itself in the only arms it has ever known peace in.
“I’m sorry,” Carlos says finally, “about your race.”
“I’m sorry about yours,” Max replies, stilted.
or, sometimes Max feels that Carlos is the only one who has ever really known him.
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On the morning of the 2025 British Grand Prix, Lando wakes up with lead in his stomach. He cannot explain why he is nauseous at the thought of breakfast, cannot fathom why the prospect of his home race fills him not with exhilaration, like it should, but with dread.
Something in his bones tells him that he won’t win.
If he had known what would happen precisely 51 minutes and 16 seconds after he climbs into the car, he might have let the anvil on his shoulders press him right through the ground, home race be damned.
If he had known what would happen, he would not have climbed into the car at all.
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“Your name is Charles?”
“Yeah. Charles Leclerc.”
They stared at each other. The rumbling of an engine starting sounded from somewhere outside.
“You really don’t know who I am?”
Max shook his head wordlessly.
“So then… back at the bar–”
“I said the first name that came to mind,” Max said hollowly. “I was hoping that you’d just go along with it.”
The man–Charles–bit his lip, dropping his eyes to where his fingers were drumming on the countertop. His shoulders began to shake slightly, and, for a second, Max was afraid that he’d burst into tears.
That wouldn’t be fair. Max was the one who had been drugged and then essentially abducted, even if it was by a well-meaning, apparently famous person. If anyone should be crying, it was definitely him.
or, Max gets his drink spiked in a club, and rescue comes from an unexpected source.
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“How can you leave now?” He is overwhelmed by his anger, choking on it. “Max, what the fuck? You’re about to win your fourth championship!”
“That is not a given,” Max replies with a raised eyebrow.
“Please,” Charles waves his hand dismissively. “We both know this is not Lando’s year. You will win and then what? You just fuck off?”
For a moment they just stare at each other. Then Max’s petulance deflates like a balloon.
“Did you come here just to fight with me, Charles?”
“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this,” he says, looking down at Max’s socked feet, hating how his voice wavers at the end.