#633

max does not care for the wdc cause he has two boyfriends to comfort him

That maybe George has a deeply personal and emotional reason to push so hard to win and celebrate P1.

And that after every victory, or even a shared podium with Piastri, George is waiting for something soft and personal in return — back in the hotel room, his favorite sweets, a warm bath, and Oscar, leaving gentle marks like butterfly wings on George’s tired body. 🫧🦋✨

(aaand I see this story with both Oscar in the lead role or Max.

maybe my brain just can’t handle the heat outside anymore, and in the middle of the night it starts coming up with things like this.

Finding Shelter: Chapter 7 - Epilogue, Nürburg, Germany.

(spoiler for the end of the fic, proceed with caution if you haven't read yet!)

By the time Max pulls the AMG by the front of the garage, the team has swarmed the pitlane, jumping him.

George watches from the barricade behind which he and other families have settled, as his man climbs up on top of his car, fists raised. The two older members of his team lift him up, and George can almost hear it, the bursts of laughter coming from the Dutchman as he drinks it in, seeping in the victory.

His eyes drag over Max’s forms, taking in the many hands patting the racer’s back, congratulating him over the race suit clinging to him. George cannot wait to do so himself. He doesn’t have to wait long. As Max approaches, George’s hands catch at Max’s waist, tugging until Max’s arms close around him, until they’re clutching each other over the barrier.

Though it only lasts for a few seconds, George knows he’ll remember it for years. The fabric of Max’s suit under his fingers where he clings to the man’s waist, the feel of Max’s helmet at the side of his head, the warmth of his body from having been in the car for the past hour or so. The sound of his breathing, coming so fast it would be concerning in any other situation. Max’s hands at George’s back, keeping him anchored tight.

Before they let go, before Max can go and hug Patrice who’s waiting right next to George, a grin on his face, George catches the side of Max’s helmet so he can look into his eyes, so they can pause, for just a second.

“You did it,” he says, and has to shout to cover the sound of the crowd around them.

The corners of Max’s eyes crinkle as he nods. It’s hard to say if it’s sweat or tears gathered at the tips of his lashes.

“You had doubts?” he still asks, and it’s enough to make George laugh, but he shakes his head.

“None, not for a second,” George grins. “Enjoy this, champ.”

“I’ll meet you at the car after?” Max asks, as his fingers release George’s shirt.

He’s quick to nod, and Max winks before he moves on.