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The universe must have conspired against him. George was sure of it when he stepped out of the car, walking towards the paddock and into the direction of the Mercedes pit wall. Being taken out by another car happens, that's the sport. What's not the sport, or shouldn't be, is him having zero power and the battery refusing to recharge.
Dejected, he slumped down next to Fred, who eyed him with a sympathetic look, trying to find the right words to cheer him up.
"Don't," George said before Fred could even open his mouth, shaking his head. There's nothing the Dane could say that would make the situation at hand any better.
"I'm sorry," was all Fred managed to get out, but he did mean it. It hurt him to see George, a mentor and friend, like this, hopeless and close to crying, convinced the Gods must have cursed him. "I mean it."
George sighed, "There's nothing you could have done. So don't be sorry." There was no point in both of them apologizing for things beyond their control.
"I don't like seeing you like this," Fred said earnestly.
"Well, not much you can do about it."
And that made Fred think that maybe, there was something he could do about it.
Later that day, when most of the team had gone out to celebrate Kimi, Fred chose to stay behind and keep George company instead.
"You really don't have to stay because of me. You should join them, have some fun," George offered, but Fred refused.
"I want to. You can come to my room, watch a movie to take your mind off everything?"
George reluctantly agreed, mainly because he knew from firsthand experience that Fred could be surprisingly stubborn and he didn't have the energy to argue with him. "Fine."
The moment they stepped inside Fred's hotel room, George let himself flop down on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed. "Just put on whatever you want."
"Even horror?" Fred joked in an attempt to lighten the mood, but it appeared to have the opposite effect.
"Why not?" George apathetically shrugged his shoulders. "Can't be worse than the horrors I'm going through every week."
And with that, all dams, and a little bit of Fred's heart, broke.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. It's not your fault and you know that."
"Do I?" George tried to keep his composure but a slight quiver in his voice gave him away. Fred knew him too well to fall for the facade.
"You do," Fred said as he sat down on the bed next to George, opening his arms for him to fall into. "Come here."
George let himself fall into the hug, even if the angle was slightly awkward with his body twisted uncomfortably, but it was all overshadowed by the warmth of Fred's hands gently stroking his back.
"You're too hard on yourself," Fred whispered into his ear, turning his body so he could pull George into his lap. The Brit let himself be handled like a doll, Fred's strong arm holding him upright so he could lean his side against the Dane's chest. "You're so capable and strong, but it's okay if you need to let go every once in a while. I'll be there for you whenever you need it."
"Please," George whimpered, hiding his face in Fred's neck.
Fred pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. "You're doing so well for me already, just let me take care of you." George let out muffled whines at the praise, and Fred took that as a sign to keep going. "So good, you're perfect. Don't need to do anything, just be still and look pretty as always."
George pulled back, just enough so he could look at Fred's face with a helpless and forlorn look, his blue ocean eyes filling with water. "Please. Make me forget."
And Fred closed the gap, catching George's lips in the softest, most gentle kiss. All through the night he would whisper sweet everythings into George's ear while taking care of him.
Making him forget about the past so he couldn't help but want to look forward to the future.
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hi mutual đ !! i'd like to request Max/Kimi (mimi) for day 15: corsets, power imbalance đť preferably max wearing the corset,,, for obvious reasons đjakdjd, my emoji đ
Hi mootie!! đ
I didn't forget about you, I was just so busy the last days, but I will note it down asap đŤśđť
prompt: an embarrassing situation/exhibitionism | fluff/smut | wc: 988
Fred hadn't thought much when Toto had asked him to bring George a new race suit. He wasn't usually one of the people to do things like that, but there had apparently been some sort of issue with the old one, and he had been the first person the team principal had spotted, which is how he ended up walking to George's driver room, the new race suit slung over his shoulder.
In a moment of mental absence, Fred opened the door without thinking to knock first, only to be greeted by the sight of a fully naked George bent over with hisânotably attractiveâbackside facing him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Fred stammered, throwing the door closed with unnecessary force. The door, which had apparently developed a mind of its own, opened back up again, and this time Fred was witness to George's equallyâif not moreâattractive front side, still entirely nude.
"Is that the new race suit?" George asked, undeterred by the red flush that had crept its way up Fred's neck. When Fred didn't make any notions of handing it to him, George closed the gap between them, reaching for Fred's hand that held on to the clothing hanger with an iron grip. "You've got to let go," George chuckled. "And by the way, my eyes are up here," he added with a self-satisfied grin, much to the Dane's detriment.
The Dane looked like he was going to faint any second, his hand still clinging to the metal curve of the clothing hanger like it was a lifeline. Not knowing how else to get to his race suitâwhich George desperately needed considering Qualifying was going to start in about half an hourâhe pulled Fred inside his room, making sure he'd land on the small sofa before closing the door behind them.
George standing in front of Fred so his crotch was perfectly aligned with his eye level was not the smartest idea. Or the best, depending how one looked at it.
It hadn't escaped Fred that George was a very attractive man, but to see him standing this close in his full glory was something else entirely. And the fact that he was so comfortable with it, too.
Unlike Fred, George wasn't flustered in the slightest, instead trying to calmly navigate the situation of his mentee having half a breakdown on the sofa in his driver room over walking in on him while changing.
Fred was slumped over, resting his elbows on his thighs, hiding his face in his hands.
"Hey, it's no problem, nothing to be embarrassed about," George tried to reassure him as he crouched down so he could look into Fred's eyes. Or at least tried to, when the Dane repeatedly refused to meet his gaze.
The situation wouldn't be more than one friend trying to comfort another, if it weren't for the fact that George was still fully naked. The thought of putting on clothes to ease Fred's embarrassment hadn't occurred to him, so when he peeked between the Dane's legs, the discovery he made was really no one's fault other than his own.
"Oh. That's okay, it can happen sometimes. It's only natural," George commented on the bulge that was clearly visible now. In a cruel twist of fate, his own body seemed intent on demonstrating the truth behind his words when his cock started growing as well. "See? Natural."
"How can you be so calm about this?! That's not normal, this isâŚit'sâŚ"
"What? Weird? Crazy? Hot?"
The last word lingered between them until Fred finally looked up, and when his gaze met George's he knew he was, in the most positive sense, fucked.
"Well now that we're both hard, why don't we do something about it?"
Fred grew almost impossibly red at the suggestion, but when George placed a suggestive hand on his knee, he didn't push it away, his legs spreading on instinct alone before his brain had caught up with what was going to happen.
"Good boy."
Any resolve Fred had leftâwhich hadn't been much in the first placeâfaltered at those words, helpless against his body's reaction to George's words.
"You like that, don't you?"
George moved on the sofa next to Fred, patting his thighs for Fred to sit down on. His erection was unmistakable, proudly standing taut against his stomach.
Fred clumsily crawled into his lap, hiding his face in George's neck.
"Let me take care of you, hm?"
George's voice sent shivers down Fred's spine, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as the Brit licked at the shell of his ear, gently biting down on his earlobe.
He pulled down the zipper of Fred's jeans, freeing his already leaking cock and holding it to his own. George's hand was big enough to wrap around both of them, and Fred whimpered at the touch, his hips bucking forward, desperate for some relief.
"Can't control yourself? So desperate to be touched?" George teased him, swiping his thumb over Fred's tip, spreading the beads of precum that had started to leak.
Fred whimpered, too shy to say anything, but also because George was right. It had been a while since he'd be touched by someone else, and George's hand around him felt so good, he really couldn't control himself anymore.
"Good boy, cum for me. Don't hold back," George whispered, and as if on command, Fred spilled into his hand.
George used his cum as lube to jerk himself off, shamelessly groaning into Fred's ear until he came, their shared release dripping down his hand onto the sofa.
"Good thing I haven't put the new suit on yet," George said, reaching for a tissue to wipe his hand with. "Oh, by the way: do you know why I needed a new one?"
Fred shook his head.
"It's because the old one was a bit too tight in the front."
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Literally cannot emphasize enough that my #1 writing advice is to stop being afraid. Stop being afraid of sounding too cringe, or too stupid, or too horrifying, or too horny, or too weird, or too much, or too little, or too you. You need to put your entire pussy into your art. Sure, it won't be to everyone's tastes, but if you keep yourself to the blandest tamest safest roads possible you will be of no one's tastes, not even yours.
Came across your George ships so wanted to ask, do you have any geochal fic recs? Bonus if Max is there too đŤś
Dear anon, I have written a Geochal fic with Max thatâs set post Monaco GP 2026, if I may promote myself đ¤
you can read Misery loves company here
I have unfortunately not read many since thereâs not that many works for them (and I also donât have much time to read, unfortunately), but one that is also George/Charles/Max (though the focus is more on lestappen) that I liked is Triple Axis Podium
I really wish I had more time to read fics, but if anyone else knows good geochal fics Iâm all ears! đđť
"Please, Fred, don't make this more difficult than it already is," George sighed.
"But you can't leave me! I love you so much, please don't go!" Fred cried, large crocodile tears running down his face, trying to reach for his boyfriendâex-boyfriend nowâacross the table. "I will do anything you want, anything!"
Fred slid off the chair and down to his knees, crawling towards George to try and keep him from leaving.
"Look, Fred, it's not you, it's me. I'm sorry."
With those words, George stood up, grabbed his bag from the floor and walked over to the door. He looked down at Fred with a pitying expression.
In a last ditch attempt to keep George from leaving forever, Fred reached for his leg, clinging to it as George dragged both of them to the door. It was a bit difficult, with Fred hugging his leg like a koala, desperate to hold on. He couldn't just let George leave like that, he needed him to stay, no matter the cost.
"Hey."
Fred whimpered, tightening his hold even further, his legs crossed with George's in the middle.
"Hey!"
Fred opened his eyes to darkness, gentle fingers threading through his short hair. It took him a moment to come to, startled by his scarily realistic nightmare.
"You've been humping my leg for the past five minutes." He could hear George's grin through the darkness, and Fred was thankful for that, because he could feel the drying tears on his skin.
The dissonance between his heart, which still weighed heavy with the prospect of George leaving him, and his groin, which was a mindless slave to baser urges, was disorienting. Fred could feel the wet spot on his pyjama shorts where his hard cock had been rubbing against George's thigh, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed for acting like a teenager.
"Mind telling me what you've been dreaming about?"
Clearly George was expecting him to tell him about a wet dream, not a nightmare in which he'd desperately clung to his boyfriend's leg to keep him from leaving. The question was, which of those two was the less embarrassing one for a man his age.
It ended up not mattering anyway when George pulled him closer so they laid chest to chest, hooking Fred's leg over his waist so their groins touched through the thin cotton fabric. Clearly, Fred wasn't the only affected one.
"Want me to show you what you were doing?" George whispered into his ear, grabbing Fred's ass while pushing his hips forward at the same time.
Fred whimpered at the friction, his sensitive cock already leaking at the tip.
"You like that?" George asked, immediately repeating his movements, drawing a moan out of Fred. "You sound so pretty." He mouthed at his neck, gently biting down on the soft skin while rutting his hips forward without an ounce of shame.
"Aah, George, please stop, it's too much," Fred moaned, his own hips bucking uncontrollably against George's. George didn't stop, instead sneaking a hand between their legs, letting his palm rub over Fred's tip that was peaking out of the waistband. It was wet, drops of precum already gathered at the slit, and all it took was one proper tug of his cock before Fred spilled into his hand.
"Why don't you show me what else that pretty mouth of yours can do, hm?"
I cant describe how much i LOVE your fics, its just *cheff kiss*
I read FM a while ago and it really altered my brain chemistry, i couldn't read anything with *him* bcs i remembered his death and just start tearing, and it got worse in the final chaper with the grave scene
âIâm glad they cut it. Imagine being in fucking Love Actually â everyone else falling in love, getting their neat little endings â and youâre just⌠the one with the dying wife.â He shakes his head. âThat would suck, wouldnât it.â
His eyes sting. He doesnât know whether itâs the cold air or something else entirely. He is still kneeling in the snow, in front of the grave of a boy he probably fucking loved, on Christmas Eve, at twenty-one years old.
How do you come back from that? How do you stand up from this and pretend youâre not permanently altered?
What if i kms???? that was cruel, and him dying without knowing G and M get together???? auch.
ANYWAYS then i saw someone talking ab ZC and read the first chapter and GOD its just a masterpiece, really, when i saw that it was from the same person that wrote FM i litterally scream. your writting it's beautifull, it's amazing how much you can feel just reading. Also, reading something with both your interest (mc and f1 for me) and being able to understand everything was a wonderfull experience, but i miss a "yo im feinberg" joke yk? /j
but really, thanks for all the work you put in these, im amazed every time i read something from you <33
anddd, i hace a little rec here, a bit of landoscar and russtappen
how easy you are to need
(Always) Pointing North
camera files
Don't think about it too much (too much)
even the iron still fears the rot
18 years later
Innovation at the Crimson Cow
DNF: Driver Not Found
making the bed
OH, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!! I swear, I just didn't have the time to really get into it while writing Family Matters, but it has always made me sooo sad that the one storyline where someone is dying is the queer one, haha. And then it also got cut. I think that's quintessentially that movie, though, even if I love it dearly.
BWAHAHA, thank you for your words about Zero Cycle. I should definitely sneak a "Yo, I'm Feinberg" joke into the sequel now that we'll actually get to see a lot more of him through Oscar's POV, haha.
Thank you so, so much for the recs! (Always) Pointing North and 18 Years Later are both excellent fics - I can absolutely vouch for those. The others I don't know yet, but thank you SO much for the recommendations!! <3
I genuinely don't know how I missed that but you heard it here first, people!!!
I feel incredibly flattered to be on a fic rec list (first time that I've seen it so far woohoo) AND to be vouched for by none other than THE Landoscar writer herself đđťââď¸
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For anyone wondering/worrying about when the next chapter of 18 years later is going to be posted:
I AM working on it! I havenât forgotten about it in the midst of my million other projects, itâs just that Iâm only done with the first of three parts and that alone is already 5,000 words long. đ
So yeah, give me some time, but it will be done soon.
As an apology, hereâs a snippet below the cut. NSFW warning
The real indulgence came after, in the form of a delicious lemon sorbet.
Max couldn't resist licking a bit that got stuck in the corner of George's mouth right off, dragging his tongue over his lips and into his mouth, pulling him closer by his ass to lift him on top of the kitchen table.
The dessert quickly became forgotten, witness to their shameless making out. It didn't stay a witness for long when Max went down to his knees, eyeing it while he was busy kissing George's thighs. Thank god for his habit of wearing tiny shorts.
Max gestured for the omega to lift his hips, pulling his shorts down in one swift move before making the rest of the sorbet a victim to his plans. He dug his fingers into it, wrapping his hand around George's already half-hard cock.
"Oh fuck," George moaned, his body breaking out in goosebumps at the feeling of the cold sorbet on his sensitive skin. It didn't last long when Max put his mouth on him, the wet heat of it sending George into a frenzy.
Max loved watching him come undone, the smell of the omega's slick clouding his senses. George's hips uncontrollably bucked into his mouth as if his cock was trying to bury itself in his mouth. The taste of lemon along with George's own pine and subtle mint reminded him a bit of toothpaste. He wouldn't mind brushing his teeth like that every day from now on.
After seconds, he could already feel George spurting into his mouth, hot cum running down his throat. He pulled away with a wet pop, licking his lips at the view above him. George's face was flushed, his knuckles white from the grip he had on the table edge.
"So good?"
"This isâreally inappropriate," he panted, looking at the sad remainders of their dessert.
"Why? Because you liked it?" Max asked as he got up, carrying George into the direction of the bedroom like he weighed nothing to him.
