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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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22 Feb 2026
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Las Vegas has Max Verstappen thinking of all sorts; the championship, Mickey and Minnie Mouse, weed, Elvis and specifically the number 69.
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05 Feb 2026
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A study in taste, patience, and the deliberate cultivation of obsession.
Max discovers a rare delicacy in Charles Leclerc and dedicates himself to its perfect maturation, from a hesitant first sip to a decadent feast where the meal learns to beg for its chef.
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04 Feb 2026
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"It was your idea to buy this thing," Max reminds him, voice low. Charles, already straddling the mechanical bull, flushes. "I know," he breathes, "Now come and prove why it was a good one."
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04 Feb 2026
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oh it’s been a hell of a ride (driving the edge of a knife) by sprinttotheend
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16 Dec 2025
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“Charles,” Max huffs, flexing his grip and taking a deeper breath. “What are you doing?”
“I am congratulating my very talented boyfriend on winning the race and an absolutely insane comeback,” Charles replies and he’s using his teeth at that point to tease at his ear, then lower over his neck. “Speaking of…maybe you should come on my back. Get it?”
Max’s cheeks, his whole chest really, flush with heat and he looks to the ceiling. Did he just make a sex pun? A sex pun based in English? Where did he hear that?? He laughs, but it ends up cut off around a deep moan when Charles sucks over his pulse. “Y-You’re in nice clothes,” he mumbles.
“Does that not just make it more satisfying when you ruin them?” the Monegasque wonders before licking a long path up the side of his neck and biting his jaw.
| OR: Charles is waiting for Max after the race to have his own kind of debrief. |
Update 1/12/26: There’s now a Russian translation of this fic!! (Thank you @lilsomer for wanting to translate this!)
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01 Jan 2026