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    Craning his neck behind them, Daniel laughs his loud, creaky hyena laugh. “Don’t look now, but he’s still watching.”

    “Who?”

    “Chuck.”

    “Chuck. There’s no way he lets you call him that,” Max says, voice rife with disbelief. He also can’t help it—he turns around, jostling Daniel’s arm over his shoulder to look back toward the media pen. Charles is in fact still watching them disappear down the paddock. His head is tilted to one side, a look of consideration on his pretty face. He doesn’t look actively upset, but he doesn’t look particularly happy either. Fuck.

    “He doesn’t let me do anything. I just sort of do it and he laughs and blushes and looks at me with his big cow eyes.”

    “Big cow eyes,” Max repeats, disbelieving yet again.

    “Not actually, but sort of,” Daniel says, grin making his eyes crinkle. What the fuck.

    “He’s blushing at you?” Max sounds petulant. Jealous, even. He needs to get a grip.

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    All the rookies love Max. Except for one.

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    30 Nov 2025

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    “Do you think my ass looks good in this one?”

    “Charles, I swear to God, if you ask me that one more time I will throw you off this boat.”

    OR: Charles finds his underwear beneath his best friend's pillow. Everything unfolds exactly the way you'd expect.

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    19 May 2025

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    The thing with Charles is: there is no one like him. Thank God.

    5 times a baby alpha shot his shot with Charles + 1 time it landed

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    08 Apr 2025

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    “Well it is strange, no,” Max explains with a tipsy grin, “I am world champion, but I was not even on the podium, so I don’t have a trophy to show off tonight. But you… you could be my trophy.”

    He punctuates the request with a firm squeeze, his smile widening at the way it makes Charles squirm.

    “Are you asking me to be your trophy wife,” Charles questions, raising an eyebrow.

    Max’s stomach gives a funny sort of jerk at the choice of words.
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    or: Max wins his fourth WDC, gets really drunk, celebrates with his boyfriend, and pops a very important question at a very inappropriate time. Things work out anyways.

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    26 Mar 2025

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    “–arles? Charles!” The sound of Max calling his name snaps him out of it. Charles glances up with wide eyes.

    Max is blinking at him in confusion; next to him, Checo is giving him a slightly judgemental, knowing look that makes him blush. Oh, this was going to be a problem.

     

    Or, Charles has had a sudden realization about Max's thighs. Ultimately, this is a good thing for the both of them.

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    22 Mar 2025