i honestly think i would have exploded if i finally got my gaxcar podium back. I miss my babies being up there together. also imagine how much fun the cool down room would’ve been 😭

thank you anon! this was very fun <3 any means all right? my most favourite throuple.... from this prompt list

"Max!"

George strides across the rooms and unceremoniously dumps himself into Max's lap. Max lets out a pained wheeze that is only partly exaggerated—George is more bone than anything else—and shoves him off, letting George flop over onto the other side of the couch, limbs askew. Undeterred, George twists with the grace of the cat and wiggles himself back into Max's lap, although this time he at least spares them both the discomfort of trying to curl his long legs up into such a small space and remains half sprawled across the cushions. He shoves his phone under Max's nose.

"Look."

Max squints, trying to focus on the screen that's about three inches too close to his face. Eventually he makes out that he's looking at a picture of Oscar. A picture of Oscar that seems to have been posted on an app he doesn't recognise. He looks down at George.

"It's Oscar."

-

Max knew something was up the moment he caught a glimpse of dozens of McLaren staff fussing around Oscar in the garage- one with a thermometer firmly thrust in Oscar’s ear. Oscar had that stupid little pout on his lips and pink flushed cheeks as he looked up at the staff member with rather pathetic eyes.

Max didn’t want to stare- or risk being accused of trying to snoop so he moved on quickly, walking past the garage towards his own. The mental image of Oscar stayed though- those big wet eyes and pink cheeks. It was hard to forget about it.

George knew something was up when he saw Oscar chatting quietly with his race engineer- Toms face scrunched in a look of concern as Oscar squirmed where he stood.

That wqsnt the issue though.

It was the scent wafting from Oscar as George approached- sweet and strong. Enticing.

Pre-heat. George stopped dead in his tracks when Oscar turned to look at him- seemingly not shocked to see him.

“Sorry mate, the blockers don’t work as great in this heat,” Oscar said casually, but the tips of his ears were red and his breath was coming out in short pants.

“Nah, mate. You’re good. Not like you can help it, right?” George said, taking a single step closer. But even just that slight closure of distance spiked Oscar’s scent- the potency of it making something churn in George’s stomach.

Want.

Oscar clearly caught onto it.

“I know it’s distracting…” He muttered as Tom shifted uneasily on his feet. George had completely forgotten he was even there.

“Nah…you’re good,”

When George finally made it back to the hotel to find Max already there, he all but fell into Maxs arms.

Max let out a surprised oof as he was crushed into the mattress but he wrapped his arms around George anyway.

Max let his nose come to bury in George’s hair before he flinched back- George looked up at him with concern.

“You good?”

“Uh- you smell…Oscar,” Max mumbled, eyes wide.

George smirked, hand rubbing circles on Maxs chest “Wow, very intelligible,” he said

“Sorry, I mean I can smell Oscar on you. He must be in heat,”

“Pre heat,” George corrected, laying back down on Maxs chest.