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There’s no running away from something like this. No place secluded enough to stomp over the burning embers of his desire.
It burns, it burns, it burns. Inside his guts, his chest, his traitorous hips that instinctively buck forward, his twitching dick meeting Marco’s erection, ripping a shocked gasp out of him.
“Francesco. Franci. I missed you. I missed you, please –”
When Marco reaches for his face again, Francesco recoils, remembering where he is. His heart is beating so fast behind his ribs he’s sure it will bruise. Around him, saints and virgins are watching. Some judging him, some pitying him.
“I…not here, Marco. We should…we have to –”Priests aren't supposed to abandon themselves to the sin of fornication. Father Francesco is not strong enough to resist the temptation of the tattooed mechanic that keeps coming back for more...and gives twice as much in return.
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26 Oct 2025
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Max plays with the silky strands of George’s hair, the words I love you. Sit on the tip of his tongue, words he can never say out loud, he doesn’t even know what to call what he and George are. Friends with benefits? Enemies with Benefits?
Max doesn’t know, all he does is know he’s falling for George Russell a little bit more every time.
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21 Oct 2025
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“Sometimes,” George muttered to himself later, slamming the hotel room door behind him, “I really do wonder what you see in me, you absolute arsehole.” He stalked to the mini-bar, yanking out a bottle of water. Stupid. So incredibly stupid. To let himself be so exposed, so vulnerable, by a man whose default setting was ‘unfiltered’.
Max, who had followed him in, leaned against the doorframe, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. “What’s wrong, prinsje? Can’t take a little banter?”
George whirled around, water bottle held like a weapon. “Banter? Max, you just told the entire world that I’m ‘tighter than a fresh set of mediums on a cold track’! What the hell were you thinking? My mother watches those press conferences!”
Max shrugged, a feigned innocence that only fueled George’s rage. “It’s true, isn’t it? And it got a laugh. Lightened the mood after that awful quali.”
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21 Oct 2025
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"Like he is a god and all you want is a chance to touch. You think about it, yeah? What it would be like if his full attention was on you, only you. What his voice would sound like praising your name. And to get that, you'd do anything, wouldn't you?"
"I—Marc, what are you talking about?" A high-pitched giggle escaped Marco, all nervous and anxious. He didn't know what was going on, he really didn't, this just wasn't—what the fuck was happening? "You're, this is just some kind of projecting. Leave me out of this mess going on between you two, it's not right, I'm just trying to do my job and win races."
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Or, the 24 hours of Le Mans with a twist.
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06 Oct 2025
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"Victory's your only payment" George spat.
"No" Max stated, cold and pleased with a smirk. "Did you forget about our bet? Or were you too drunk? Or are you trying to suggest that whatever happens in Vegas, truly stays in Vegas?"
Remember what you did in Vegas, Georgie? Now it's my turn.
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