10 Works by romanscool
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Next to it, Oscar pins a karting magazine. Careful not to rip the edges, because the plastic-y paper’s already aged, old, frail. The colours are faded, the spine of the magazine cracked. It still smells like the garage they’d found it in.
Oscar used to look at it every night. Right before he went to sleep, he’d trace the outline of the helmet with his finger until he fell asleep, like maybe, if he touched it enough, Oscar would learn to drive like the kid on the cover, too.
The kid, who, all bright smile and tan skin, was reduced to the big bold headline: Wonderkid Norris disappears after early rise.
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Oscar comes to England for his senior karting career, finds out his childhood hero isn't the guy he thought he would be.
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Daniel and Michelle had bunk beds when they were kids. Daniel used to kick the mattress to piss off Michelle right before she went to sleep. It was always hard, Michelle’s body weighing it down, Daniel having to fit her foot between the wooden planks. Now, when Daniel kicks, she sees white light coming through, the ceiling lit up by the moon outside.
Daniel doesn’t mean to wonder if Max would fit in the top bunk. But she still wishes she had the guts to ask.
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Drunk Max is a touchy Max, Daniel’s noticed, but what he notices less and less these days is that drunk Max is still eighteen-year-old Max, even with how much Daniel wishes it wasn’t the case. But being eighteen doesn’t come with not being touchy, and maybe Daniel’s reading too much into it, or maybe the tequila is fucking with his brain, but he can’t not stare at Max’s lips when he takes a shot, and the fucking lip freckle that Max always licks when he passes his tongue over his mouth to get the last drops of whatever he just drank in his stomach. Daniel thinks it isn’t fair.
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Daniel’s obsessed with Max and no one can blame him for it
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Daniel gets close again. Close enough to smell the sweat, and the too-many limes and maybe a hint of cologne. Maybe it’s still the fuel. Maybe it’s the mixing of both. Daniel presses a hand on Max’s shoulder, because he thinks he’s at least allowed to do that, because Simon had done it to him, and Christian too back in Montreal. So, it’s not like. Weird. Daniel doesn’t why it would even be in the first place. Right. Friends, teammates. It’s totally normal.
Totally fucking fine.
Daniel should probably know better than that, because he’s been through this before. Eight years ago. Eight years ago.
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Daniel trying to cope with the feelings he's been developing for Max since 2016.
(this is the second part of the which could mean nothing (but does it ever?) fic, please check it out before reading this one!)
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« You look like you did winning Barcelona for the first time, maybe. »
Max chuckles. That’s a fucking weird thing to say. « Well, yeah. Maybe because that was only eight months ago. »
Oscar’s eyes widen. They seem to do that a lot. « No, Max, » He finally gets up, and Max has to close his eyes very hard to avoid picturing the half-hard dick he saw a few minutes ago, except when he opens them again, he sees black and white spots dancing around a flaccid dick. A soft dick. « That was-, twelve years ago. »
« What the fuck. » Max freezes again. Because honestly, what the fuck. « I don’t understand, what is-, what. No. »
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Max blinks a couple times. Doesn’t answer. Just dives right in, licking stripes across Daniel’s pussy like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to do in her life. « Fuck, Max-, not even-, » It’s hard to come up with a joke when Max fucking Verstappen is eating you out, but Daniel kind of feels lie she has to. She’s still feeling lingering nervousness at this being her first time ever with another girl. « not even gonna take me out to dinner first? »
Max pulls off. She grins a little. « This is dinner. » and just laughs. Daniel does too. This is stupid. She should’ve seen it coming. It’s such a bad joke but Daniel can see Max’s abs contracting under the little layer of fat, and her tits bounce a bit, in a mesmerizing up and down that’s definitely turning Daniel on, and she’s glad Max’s eyes are closed because if they weren’t she would probably be able to see slick dripping down Daniel’s pussy.
« Yeah, okay. » Daniel’s back hits the bed. It makes a creaky hotel-room-bed sound. « Knock yourself out, then. »
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daniel and max hook up but it's Daniel's first time with another girl
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Max likes that he’s been noticing little things about Daniel everyday. He feels a bit like a creep, like he’s keeping a little journal of everything Daniel does, but. He still does it. He’s been noticing Daniel has a little routine when it comes to brushing his teeth. It’s usually pretty normal while he does the brushing, besides the violent rage he inflicts on the bristles, but it’s after that it gets fun. Daniel always shakes the water two times in his mouth before spitting it out. He rinses the sink three times. Never uses a towel or anything to brush off the remaining toothpaste around his mouth, just kinds of passes his forearm over it hastily. Max has to clean him a second time often. He kisses the white spots like they were never even here today, too.
It just feels weird that he’s allowed to do that in the bathroom he’s used since before he can remember.
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some fluffy post 'which could mean nothing' max and daniel spending christmas in the netherlands
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« Wanna dance Maxy? » Daniel lets out in a breath. He’s panting, body overworked from dancing after a full day’s of racing, and the sound is sweet to Max’s brain. Makes him want to hear it again.
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Max trying to cope with the feelings he's been developing for Daniel since 2016.
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After their fall, Will isn't quite sure if he pushed them off the cliff to die, or if it was to live. Either way, he knew he wanted it to do it together.
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Hannibal wasn't lonely. He liked being alone.
Though sometimes, he feels as if something's missing.