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Normally, Carlos would enjoy Charles’ high tea like any other day he’s invited to.
Except that he’s not today.
According to Charles.
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Carlos looks over the balcony, then at Charles. If he plays the stubborn game, he might get away for this evening. If. “There is no bell ringing because there is no bell. I’ve been just watching the sunset peacefully until someone decided to ruin my precious moment.”
“Indirectly.” Charles tries grins, still trying to strip Carlos bare. “You’re standing here to look at the sun through someone.”
“I just like this spot.”
“Not outside?”
“This is fairly a good spot.” Carlos counters back, frowning.
Charles exhales heavily with an eye-roll. “Carlos, nobody looks at the sun like they’re writing a sonnet in their head.”
Carlos groans and turns to him to grumble out in frustration. “I don’t want to write him a sonnet.”
“Ha!” Charles points his finger, “There is a someone. I got you.”
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08 Dec 2025
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post-padel, adidas shorts, sex in the back of the mercedes, and shit-talking the fia. i think that’s it?
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08 Dec 2025
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“I—” George hesitated, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this… about someone.”
Carlos blinked, his brows knitting together as he tilted George’s chin up gently. “Feel like what?” His voice was a murmur, soft and coaxing.
George swallowed, his pulse thundering in his ears. “Like I want more. More than just this. More than… us hiding in a car, pretending it’s nothing.”
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08 Dec 2025
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After getting help to get through the night of series of heats, George finds unexpected comfort in Carlos. What starts as a simple arrangement becomes something deeper and means far more than he realizes. And he's fallen too deep to go back on his words, his own set of rules.
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“How bad are you gonna be like this? Territorial?” Carlos took a step back and George sighed in relief.
“Depends. Are you still wearing the sweater tomorrow?”
Saying no would be lying to himself.
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“Questionable fit, over there. Did you have someone over last night?” Alex gave him a once-over, eyes flicking down to his neck, then lingering slightly at his collarbone. “Didn’t know yachting came with… marks."
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Charles gave him a look. “Mate. Just go stand next to him already.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Mm. Of course, it isn’t. It’s always nothing, with you. Even Austria.”
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“Don’t—” George breathed, voice catching in the back of his throat. “Don’t say that... You don’t mean it. Not really... Not now. You’re just saying it because I’m like this.”
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08 Dec 2025
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Things go awry when George’s video call with the quartet is interrupted by the form of a familiar half-naked Dutch driver wielding a Bengal cat in the background.
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07 Dec 2025