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Maybe Max already knows, sees through Charles right to the roots. “You don’t want to know? Who it is, I mean?”
“No,” Max snaps.
Charles flinches. He feels raw, exposed, like everyone can see the blooms unfurling in his chest.
And then Max is turning to him and sliding a possessive hand around the base of his skull. He waits until Charles meets his eyes.
“They don’t matter.” His long fingers curl in to press at the hinge of Charles’ jaw. “You will make them fall in love with you. Or.” Max swallows, throat bobbing reflexively. He leans in so close they’re breathing the same air. “Or you’ll get over them. Maybe…maybe fall for someone else. Anything can happen.”
“Anything,” Charles echoes, feeling insane. Max doesn’t know. Max is jealous of himself.
Or, Charles and Max have an arrangement to hook up during race weekends; half the grid knows. Charles has hanahaki; hardly anyone knows he’s heartsick, much less who he's pining over. Not his family, not Ferrari, and certainly not Max.
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“Oh,” Max breathes, “look at you losing control. Want to do it right here, huh?” He steps closer, daring, taunting.
Through the haze of bloodlust, Charles knows he’s clamping too tightly to Max’s arms, fingers digging in with inhuman strength. His fangs are out, too. He should leave before he loses what’s left of his mind. Instead, he tightens his grip, eyes flickering red, nails sharpening to prick holes in Max’s ugly Red Bull polo.
Despite all that, Max doesn’t flinch back or make a hurt sound. If anything, he pushes into the touch. Charles inhales greedily, intoxicated by the signature of his blood.
Max smells like temptation. Like home. Like he belongs to Charles.