Lando threads a hand into Max's curls and uses it to tilt his head back, forcing him to look up from where he's kneeling between P's legs.

"P been looking after you?"

P scoffs in faux outrage but Max answers before she can, nodding his head sharply and gasping when it makes Lando tug on his hair. "Always."

He grins over at where P is preening in the chair, leaning over to scratch her nails up Max's arms, leaving white trails in his sunburn that must hurt. She does take good care of Max when Lando isn't there but it's more fun to tease her about it.

"Yeah? Did she let you fuck her this time?" Lando asks Max, "or am I doing that?"

Red blooms across Max's face, brighter than his sunburn as he squirms on the floor beneath them.

"No, said she was waiting for you."

"Makes sense," Lando crouches down so he can cup Max's head in his hands and slip one of his thumbs into Max's waiting mouth, groaning when he wraps his tongue around it and starts to suck. He looks up at P.

"Did you let him come?"

P smiles down at them, running her tongue over her the sharp edges of her teeth.

but still these women play active roles in creating and upkeeping their own positions as WAGs. they quit their jobs to influence full time. they open their platforms to the public. they go to extreme lengths to perform femininity and uphold dangerous beauty standards. they enter into dubious brand partnerships. they call photographers to take “candid” photos of them and their famous partners. they overlook public and private bad behavior from their partners and stay with them for public reasons, implicitly (and knowingly) endorsing their partner’s behavior.

Waiting for you, beautiful boy

Teen and up, 1/?

George Russell/Alex Albon

Summary: George is winning in Mercedes while Alex is scraping for points in Williams. How does it affect their relationship? And how much longer can Alex stand the fact that George is doing everything he dreamed of achieving, but was never given the car nor the chance in his own career?

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