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can we talk about max putting down the tray table for his drink bottle and then looking at gp all proud that he figured it out and gp giving a lil nod of approval? because i'm not over that. i may never be over that.
A snippet from from a fic I’m writing right now, focusing on Max and GP.
Let me know what you think!!
“I think I’m going to die driving a F1 car”.
Silence, just for a second, an attempt to digest the abruptness of the statement. Then the desire to recoil surfaces, subdued only by a mind used to the particular bluntness.
GP hadn’t quite heard this one before, but the response that leaves his tongue seems familiar.
“Any preferences regarding the track?”, he asks, absentmindedly stirring his drink.
He indulges Max, of course he does, though the quickness of the response surprises even him. “Spain”, spoken with a quiet adoration that contrasts the careless movement of Max’ hand. Dismissive, even though his eyes literally lit up at the question.
GP smiles, asks which Spain, even though he knows. Max is bad at pretending and there’s excitement bubbling over even now. “Well, what do you think?”
“Your first win”, GP says, because that’s what Max wants to hear, finally taking a sip of his drink. It burns on its way down his throat and he relishes in its bitterness.
“Zandvoort or Austria are special as well, of course, but there are many fans there. I think they would be sad to watch me die there”. And now GP has to suppress the laugh threatening to bubble over, simply because he thinks it wouldn’t work well with his drink and he wouldn’t want to disturb the melancholy mood Max finds himself in right now, probably imagining the completely unlikely scenario he just created. He manages to reduce it to a soft exhale.
Max knows a lot. He knows all about Formula One cars and all about the many peculiarities of the RB22. He knows all about Geography, an attempt to know all about the places his dad went when he was younger. He knows all about the games he plays, the football players he impersonates and the maps he fights in. He doesn’t seem to know just how much his fans love him, after years of unwavering support and undying loyalty.
If Max were any less confident, GP would start crying.
“You know, you don’t actually have to die in order to be remembered. Ayrton Senna was an exception, not the norm”. The suggestion that Max would try and impersonate Ayrton Senna of all people was guaranteed to snap him out of his melancholy.
“That’s not what I meant. You know this, GP, don’t joke”.
Now he does laugh, because why would Max expect him to know exactly what he means with death, before sobering up and taking another sip, because he realizes Max is right. As he’s about to analyze why he knows this, Max speaks again, seemingly not noticing the switch in GPs attitude. “Do you think the drivers in the future would honor me on their helmets? When they race in Spain, of course”.
They would, GP doesn’t say. He can imagine some young hotshot including a lion in their helmet design, jaw open in an eternal roar, clinging on to the memory of the beast that used to prowl the countless tracks the calendar consists of. He can imagine them incorporating the red-white-blue of the Dutch flag, alluding to the national pride he once carried with him, right above his hip bone, hum the notes of the Dutch anthem as they stand upon the podium.
That Mercedes boy would definitely, he thinks, might go as far as to kiss the dirt Max’ grave consisted of in an attempt to taste the victory that once defined him. Then he thinks about how Max wouldn’t appreciate such a thought, as hygienic as he was, would come back from death just to reprimand him.
The mental image this creates makes GP stifle another laugh, and he catches his breath long enough to answer no. Max simply nods, not seeming hurt in the slightest. At the lack of a sarcastic response, GP realizes Max is thinking, which, considering Max is incapable of keeping his thoughts to himself, might lead to another hypothesis GP doubts he’s capable of comprehending, let alone understanding.
If Max could share the process of how these statements come to be, that would be great, especially for someone who works with precise diagrams and confirmed data on the daily.
To combat the total eradication of brain tissue, GP asks yet another question, an attempt to distract and lure onto a different path. “Why now, when you’re so close to retirement?”. He keeps his tone light, lets Max believe it’s a joke, but a part of GP does consider the timing stranger than the statement itself.
A young Max would’ve said that, 18 and desperate, ready to prove his worth, when all he wanted was a WDC.
Max in 2021 might’ve said that, forcing GP through 15 seconds of radio silence in Silverstone, waving away righteous concern to instead focus on finally winning.
Max now, a loving father, having completed all he wanted to complete in Formula One, would not.
“It’s not about when I want to die, GP, it’s about logic. Logically, I’m most likely going to die here. It makes sense”
How Max came to that conclusion and how he persuaded himself into believing it, GP has no idea.
Logically, Max will be protected, even if he crashes, survival cells, halos, helmets, all of it saving him from what would’ve been certain death a couple of years back.
Logically, Max knows how to minimize crashes, brake-throttle maneuvers to keep him in the race, to keep him safe.
Logically, GP wouldn’t let him die. Not like that.
“It doesn’t, Max. Not even in the slightest”. The Dutchman scowls, but otherwise stays silent. His gin and tonic remains untouched.
It’s unnerving, a confrontation with a doppelgänger not quite able to replicate the original, a trip down the uncanny valley in which GP slowly realizes that the person sitting beside him is not the person he’s worked with for a decade now. For the fist time since this conversation started, since the indulging turned into genuine questioning, GP feels something akin to worry.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve thought about this”
Fully convinced, Max had answered Spain, immediately ruled out Austria and the Netherlands, had talked about logic. GP should’ve realized immediately.
What first seemed like a spontaneous thought, some spur of the moment attempt at replacing the silence, now resembles a fully planned scenario, and GP knows, suddenly, if he were to ask, Max could name the exact corner he’d crash at. The exact lap he’d connect with the barriers. What gear the car would be in and what gear he was about to change it to.
He wondered if Max would offer him any last words on the radio.
“Of course it isn’t. But it’s okay, don’t worry. It’s not a bad way to die, I think”.
Max knows a lot. He doesn’t know how much GP cares about him.
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I have some headcanons about Fem!Max Vertappen and Fem!Charles Leclerc , and about the various relationship of them with other people (mostly other drivers) But mainly about sapphic!Lestappen and I need to share:
In my head, Fem!Lestappen's names are Maxine Emilia Verstappen and Charlotte Marie Hervina Pascale Leclerc. Maxine prefers to be called Max, and Charlotte's family and old friends call her Lottie. However, Max has called her Charlie since their karting days, and the nickname stuck, so Charlotte is known as Charlie in the motorsport world. Max also has the nicknames Maxy and Maxie from some friends and fans.
Somehow, they both still managed to secure their seats at the same time as in the real world. Max is the youngest driver ever. Charlie got her Haas seat in 2018 and became the youngest Ferrari driver and the first female driver on the team in 2019. They would definitely be scrutinized more for being women in a male-oriented world. Max would be labeled a "crazy b*tch" by the worst F1 fans, and Charlie would be placed on a pedestal, where she would need to project a saintly, pure image, since they think she's their idol, the predestined one.
Some fans and the media would put them in the same box categorized as "female drivers" and want them to be best friends and do everything together or would pit them against each other as if they needed to be rivals just because they're both women. So, Maxie and Charlie's relationship wasn't always easy.
Charlie would be jealous of how Maxie does whatever she wants, puts people in their place, expresses her dissatisfaction, and doesn't try too hard with her appearance, while Charlie always needs to look her best. Charlie would also be jealous of how many records Maxie has in her career.
Maxy would be jealous of Charlie because she had a good childhood and her family was always close. How the brunette seems beautiful even without trying too hard, while some fans call Max ugly or fat. Many saying her only good selling point is her breasts, which are bigger than most women's. Max would also be jealous of Charlie's talent in other areas of her life, such as music and her branding, while Maxy's seems only having talent to race. Initially, they would definitely compare themselves to each other since fans and the media treated them differently even though they were put in the same box of "the only female drivers on the grid."
About romance Maxy would be more open to relationships or one-time things than Charlie, who needs to seem like her fans idol which never makes mistakes.
They would be both bisexual in their private lives.
But Charlie doesn't show her sexuality in public and has only officially dated men. In private, however, she has had girlfriends, aka Charles's real life girlfriends. She would show in the paddock with them but would be calling them only friends. The only sapphic relationship she has almost made public was when she almost asked Alexandra to marry her. However the younger woman saw that Charlie was in love with Maxy, so Alexandra broke up with her. But they are still friends, as Alexandra was the one that made Charlie realize her feelings for the Dutch woman.
Maxie has a thing for older people. While she never talked much about her sexuality, she never really labeled herself as straight. The public only thought this because she was mostly seen with men. Out of the public eye, however, she dated girls, too. This is an open secret in the paddock. She had flings with both Nelsinho and Kelly Piquet at different points in her life. She was in a relationship with one of them for several years. I don't know which sibling she was with, but somehow, L*** Verstappen Piquet was born. If it was with Nelsinho, he would be the father. If it was with Kelly, the two women would be the parents of the child, perhaps with Nelsinho being the donor. Either way, the child would still exist in this world. However, their relationship would deteriorate over time, and problems would arise with the Piquets as individuals and as a family. Also, people would definitely call them out for grooming Maxie, and that would be just one of their problems.
As for the relationship with other drivers:
-Charlie-
- Jules was still her godfather and mentor. However, since Charlie is a woman, some people try to paint their relationship in a negative light, as if there were something more to it. She is furious about these things.
- Charlie and Pierre tried to date as teenagers, but it didn't work out, so they're only best friends nowadays.
- The karting era boys are her friends, just not as close.
- Somehow, Lando became jealous of her closeness with Max, who Lando fancies. So, Charlie and Lando don't really get along anymore. They just try not to show this animosity in public.
- Charlie had a crush on Sebastian, but it faded when they became teammates.
- Some people think that she and Oscar could become a couple if only he didn't already have a girlfriend. In this world, it would be an straight relationship, and fans would openly ship them together.
- Charlie and Carlos are totally a couple when Carlos is at Ferrari. They're kind of polycute with her and Carlos, her and Alexandra, Alexandra and Rebecca, and Carlos and Rebecca happening at the same time. They just don't openly talk about their relationships with many people. Carlos and Charlie would also be shipped by the fans
-Maxie-
- Maxy had a crush on Daniel since she was a young teenager, ever since she met him at a karting event, where the Red Bull driver had gone as a representative. However, they only started dating when she was already at Red Bull. It started as just a crush, but somehow they got together between late 2016 and early 2018, when their relationship ended badly, with Daniel going to Renault because he knew Red Bull would prioritise their golden girl. The problem was that he never spoke to her first about joining another team; she found out from others. They had a strained relationship for some time, but somehow they survived, and nowadays they're friends again. They also talked about their past relationship and how Daniel had almost proposed to her before things went badly. They're still friends, even though she still has some regrets about what could have been.
- Maxy has had a crush on Checo since she met him when she joined F1, but as they're not close, it only happened when they were both at Red Bull. Max obviously had a crush on him, and at some point they got together, just not openly, since they were both seeing other people. It all ended badly when Checo lost his Red Bull seat.
- Carlos and Max had a rivalry kinda turned a thing when they were at Toro Rosso, but it never went much further than that and they're still on good terms.
- Nico Hulkenberg and Fernando Alonso would mostly be seen as family, even though Maxy thinks they're objectively kind of hot.
- Nico Rosberg, Jenson Button and Lewis Hamilton were also attractive to her, but she wouldn't go there (Sebastian Vettel and Kimi Räikkönen too).
- The Karting Boys are kind of jealous of how she got her chances in F1 early than they, so their relationship with her varies. But two people stand out: George and Lando. They both had a crush on her since their karting days.
- George has a kind of frenemy/crushing relationship with her.
- And Lando since he's the youngest in the group he became attached to her because she treated him like any other guy, even when he was looked down because of his short, childlike appearance. Since then, he has tried to make her see him more than a friend, but he has become so focused on this that he has lost sight of his goals. Over time, his resentment of her talent and jealousy of her closeness to others caused him to say some hurtful things about her and their friendship. However, Max hopes that they will be more friendly again someday.
- Alex is Maxy's real friend, and once they had a one-time-only threesome with Lily Muni He, since the couple wanted to try something different. But it only happened once.
- The 2018 Brazil crash between Esteban and Maxie somehow made them put it aside by having hate sex
- She was in a fake relationship with Nyck de Vries once. However, that was just a cover for her relationship with his sister, whom she dated as a teenager.
- The 2025/26 rookies had crushes on her of various intensities because they had seen her dominate the racing field for years. Kimi would be especially smitten. Franco would definitely try to hit on her at some point too. The others would like to do the same, but they would be less obvious about it than these two.
- Maxy would definitely have a crush on both Toto and Susie. Perhaps something will happen on the yacht in Sardinia in 2025? Maybe
- She seems to think of Horner as a parental figure. However, when the harassment scandal broke, many people began to ask her if he had made a move on her or made her uncomfortable. She says no, but she knows he would sometimes say something iffy. In the end, though, she would talk herself out of thinking it was abnormal for a boss/parental figure to say such things.
- Helmult Marko for her is like a father, he was the one that put a redbull contract on her desk. So she tries to think much about the things he says , but sometimes she wants to him to shut up just a little
-Maxie likes and has confidence in Franz Todd and Laurent Mikies. They always try to look after Maxie's wellbeing without putting pressure on her. Maxie thinks Laurent is also attractive, but she doesn't want to do anything about it; she just appreciates him.
- Maxy always thought GP as manly and hot. But since he's her engineer she tries not to make a move even if she does feel the heated chemistry they have.
- Somehow Maxy would still be friends with Martin Garrix/Martjin Garritsen and Rico Verhoeven. Maybe had a crush on them? Maybe they kissed , maybe more
So yeah basically Maxy has chemistry with almost everyone that got to know her real self. Not just the Mad Max persona. But because of the lack of love in her childhood , she tries to find some affection from anyone that wants to get more close. She has a bit of difficulty in not falling for people that treat her well. Even if only a little bit.
Charlie would be always being put in the list of most beautiful woman, with many people wanting to be with her but without really wanting to know her in real life , out of spotlight. So she choices really well people that will be with her be a real relationship or for PR
As for Lestappen Maxy and Charles have a in and off relationship between rivalry, crush, and sometimes having a fling. And even a tentative friendship. But times flow, they went with their lifes, been with other peoples. Life happened. Cut to 2025 and they ended the relationship they had with other people. And so growing closer over time, to the point the fans could began to see how close they are being. And so little things would began to happen. A like on a photo on midia social, a photo shared of them on race day. They sharing that they do live in the same building, Maxy having her promotional photos for Tag Heuer taken by Charlie's team. They secretly got together in 2026, and over time they moved in together with their pets, Leo, Nino, Donut, Sassy and Jimmy, as well as Maxie's children. It would be difficult for her to have custody of L*** given their lifes as racers, but if the child were from a relationship with Nelsinho, Max would have custody as the mother. However, if the child were to have Kelly and Maxie as parents, I could see Maxie getting custody if Kelly were to expose the baby unnecessarily and lead a life of many traveling. Also it seems that the Piquets live only of appearances, since I read somewhere that they're financially broke. So, yeah, Maxy can provide a better life for the child. So she should have custody. Maybe Charlie's mother could help with babysitting? Since she does also live in Monaco
aliens with any pairing but maybe... max/GP and max is an alien?! or vice versa?
this makes me sooooo so happy, xeno stuff is my happy place 🥰🥰🥰 science fiction + erotica my beloved
in fact this made me so happy that it's 4.4k long, so you can read the fic here if you prefer it on ao3 😵💫
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Mx.V.33-1 was their longest-lasting subject at RB Research Labs Milton Keynes. He had large, wide set eyes and a plush mouth, a neat row of pointy teeth, webbed fingers tipped with tiny talons, and gills along the side of his neck. He had grayish skin that was blue in the right light; it was soft to the touch. When extremely inebriated, GP could be pressed into admitting that he found Mx.V.33-1 somewhat cute, though it was certainly his bias as the lead scientist on the project. He called Mx.V.33-1 Max, for short, and it had stuck with everyone else in the lab.
Because he was extremely sapient—had mastered four languages and was working on Latin, was good at chess, even better at FIFA, loathed coursework but put up with it for the sake of science—Max had free reign of the RB compound. It wasn't safe to let him wander far alone, but he could spend hours out of his deep, salt-water tank. He liked wearing white t-shirts and jeans. He liked going for rides around the countryside in GP's Mini, and more often than not got his way when he asked to get behind the wheel and turn donuts in farmers' fields. He liked dogs and cats equally. He liked raw beef, and chocolate, and tomato soup. For the most part, he liked the research team.
GP was fully aware that his reciprocal fondness for Max was far from professional, but it didn't stop him from feeling that way. In his heart, Max was his ward, not an experiment. That's why he was at the lab on a Saturday, happily covering for a junior assistant who wanted to go visit her mum in hospital.
He'd brought a whole tray of Kinder Eggs for Max, hoping they could while away some of the day by combining the toy parts to make some new mechanical monstrosity. Max's creativity was endlessly fascinating. GP could put the results in the daily report, but mostly he just wanted to watch Max have some fun, and make chocolate disappear faster than GP could unwrap the foil.
The lights were already on when GP beeped past the locked double-doors, set on a timer to mimic the sunrise and set outside. Max was nowhere to be seen from this side of the tank.
"You are not supposed to be here," Max's voice crackled through the lab speakers—a clever bit of engineering that could parse speech through the water. "You don't come on weekends."
"Well spotted, Max," GP said, rolling his eyes as he took off his sodden coat. It was raining to beat the band out there, but that was England for you.
"Why are you here?"
GP shuffled the computer mouse to wake up the screen, and started typing in his epic-length password. "Don't you want to see the present I've brought you?"
Max swam out of his privacy enclosure and up to the front of the tank. "Yes please," he said.
Something was very wrong.
"You're pink," GP remarked. Mostly pink, but in some places purple, and in others a coral-orange. He glanced at Max's basic vitals on the computer screen. His dual heartbeat was elevated, though nothing beyond standard range. "Do you feel alright?"
"Fine," Max said, except he shrank back from GP a fraction, body curling in on itself. "Don't worry."
If Max was just another alien plant or sponge or fungus in the lab, GP would be merely curious, or maybe downright intrigued, but Max meant so much more than that. Of course GP was worried. "I'll need to take a fluid sample."
Max grimaced. "Ugh, no. It's okay, this is normal."
"You have an established normal. It doesn't include pink."
"It's just...my time," Max said, cheeks blooming spotty shades of purple. He was embarrassed. Several things clicked for GP at once.
"You're in estrus," GP concluded, and Max retreated from the front of the tank entirely in a flurry of bubbles.
They hadn't done much experimentation into Max's reproductive system. Obviously Max had one, but all his gonads were internal and seemed somewhat inert, and so they didn't poke at it much. They were far more interested in Max's DNA and its ability to adapt, crucial data being generated in stem cell research. And there was, of course, the opportunity to observe a humanoid member of an alien species learn to communicate, and thrive.
Max always glommed on to the profane and inappropriate first in any language he learned, and was a delightfully naughty encyclopedia for dirty jokes—something that especially pleased the linguists in the lab. Other than that, Max hadn't displayed much in the way of reproductive attributes. He didn't even use his computer login to look at pornography, just watched a lot of late night Twitch streams. They each had their theories about it: lack of an appropriate partner, or impracticality of breeding in capture, or complex and ephemeral alien sexuality. It hadn’t really been relevant, and now GP was floundering.
"You're not supposed to be here," Max whined again, voice just as clear from wherever he'd hidden himself.
"Well, I am," GP replied. "Let's just get you sorted out. What can I do to make you comfortable?"
"Nothing," said Max, but he was a bad liar, tone going suspiciously flat. "You can go home."
"I'd appreciate it if you came out to the auxiliary tank and I could give you a check-up. After that, if you want me to leave, I will." GP sat down at the desk and loaded up the daily report. He typed the date. Mx.V.33-1 showing signs of he started, but then paused. He minimized the window.
When Max had been brought to RB, nearly a decade ago, Dr. Marko had rolled him into the lab in a tangled fishing net, with several hunks of debris trapped alongside him. Max was frightened, skin flaking and eyes darting about. Where there's one, there's a pair, Marko had said, and Horner next to him had actually rubbed his hands together with glee.
Maybe it was better if GP consulted his team on Monday, in person. He opened the software for the lab's cameras, and changed the settings to encrypt the day's recording to his thumbprint.
Max was a beautiful creature. This was far too private for the likes of the RB upper brass.
GP heard the telltale thumping as Max swam into the smaller side tank. It was wide enough to hold four Maxes, but only as deep as a bathtub, designed to be comfortable for both subject and scientist. He grabbed the med kit and a laptop from the storage trolley, and rolled his chair over.
"I am only putting up with this so you'll leave," Max said, arms folded on the edge of the tub, his hair slicked back from his forehead and sticking up at all angles. His voice was softer in the open air, rather than the tinny recreation of the speaker. He smelled different than usual, too. More musky, but also more sweet, like burnt sugar. "Go ahead and run your experiments, if you must."
"Fuck the experiments," GP said with more feeling than he intended, and the expletive made Max quirk a smile.
Max unfolded one of his arms, and GP started attaching sensors. He was a dusty-rose colour all over, slippery because of the salt and the protective film Max's body started generating if he hadn't been out of the tank for a couple days. GP had to use special wipes so that the sensors would actually hold. Usually, Max was a very good sport and held perfectly still. Now when GP touched him, he jolted, just slightly.
"Tell me about what you're feeling," GP asked as the data started rolling in on the laptop.
Max's gills finally sealed shut and he started breathing through his nose. "Restless. Irritated. Sensitive, also."
GP looked up at Max, blushing purple again. "Sensitive where?"
"You know," Max said as he squirmed. GP had no idea where. He could make an educated guess, but that only went as far as extrapolating from human experience. Unless, of course, he could touch Max and find out that way.
He changed tactics. "Is this the first you've had your—your time?"
Max snorted. "I have of course been alive for many years. This is my fourth," he said, "but I have not had one for a while."
"When was the last time?"
"Right before I was," Max looked down, and then at the wall. "Before I came here."
Ah. That told GP a lot. Max ordinarily went into an estrus phase more frequently than every eight years, and it made him very vulnerable, especially as he was recovering. He should be in his sexual prime, but something about being at the lab prevented that. And, just as notably, something recently had pushed him back into his regular hormonal cycle. GP didn't know how far in the data he had to review, but he made a mental note to look back three months, at least.
He broke a fresh tab out of its package and held the receptive end up to Max. "Lick, please," he said, and Max's tongue flashed out dutifully to wet it with his saliva. GP placed it into the scanner which whirred to life as it started calculating hormone levels. "Do you usually spend your time with a group, or a partner, or alone?"
Max scowled, and his heart rate ticked up on the laptop screen. "Are you asking if I have wild orgies or if I just jerk off by myself?"
"Something like that," GP said. He knew Max preferred him to be straight-forward with his questions, but it didn't stop Max from giving rude answers. "If you like, you can just tell me the standard. I don't have to know your personal sexual history."
"My personal—" Max balked and sank deeper into the water. "It is supposed to be with a partner."
"Sorry I can't help with that," GP said, thinking of how little interest Max had shown to anyone else in the lab, at least in that sense. It would be an incredible breach in decorum to ask anyone to help Max through estrus, but he knew any of them would still be happy to help.
Max's plum flush spread to the seashell curves of his ears. "I did not expect you to."
GP changed the subject. "Can we go back to the sensitivity?"
"I'd rather you just guess."
"Well," GP went on, "for example with the human species, we tend to feel—"
"Yes, I know all about it," Max snapped, popping back up with a soft splash. "It is the same for me, but slightly different. Go on and write it in the report. That's all you need to say."
"I'm not making a report," GP said slowly.
Max looked at the laptop screen for the first time. "You're not? But you're asking me questions like you are."
"That's because I want to help you. Max," he said, holding back the urge to make him look GP in the eyes, "fuck the experiments."
Finally, Max seemed to relax. He tugged at his ear, rubbed his thumb across his lips, the beauty mark there. "Okay, well if it's just you who wants to know, maybe it is better if I show you."
Max tugged on the zippered front of his navy wetsuit—clothing he insisted upon more for cultural adaptation than any real modesty. The base of his throat was pinker than his arms, legs, and face. His chest was a little swollen. And then Max tugged the zip over a bulge on his abdomen.
It was convex, like a wide bowl, or...like a baby bump, such a pale pink that it was almost white, the skin stretched taut over Max's distended stomach. GP refrained from reaching out; they had assured Max that he was welcome to scratch up anyone who didn't get permission to touch. But he wanted to , so desperately. He wanted to palpate it and soothe the ache, or maybe make it worse. The desire was so sudden and unexpected that GP was nauseous.
He sat with his fists curled on his knees, lips pressed together, and watched as Max leaned back and kept unzipping his suit.
The slit between Max's legs was gently parted and swollen, the tip of something bright pink peeking out from inside. That had to be Max's penis, or some kind of clitoral tissue. Maybe an ovipositor. It was hard to tell with the distortion of the water.
"This is where I am most sensitive," Max said, hands going to frame his slit, and spreading—
A blip came from the laptop, and GP turned his head instinctively to see the hormonal report load on screen. They had it set to display the standards along with new results so that they could see the differences, and a gradient map to show extremes. Several bars were deep red.
"GP."
He looked back at Max.
"You're not paying attention," he complained. "This is very intimate, and you are looking at the computer."
"Intimate?" GP choked.
Max grasped GP's wrist and dragged him forward. "Here," he said as GP's fingers splayed over Max's belly. "Feel how full. Push down on it."
The skin was coolish compared to the tight grip of Max's hand. GP pushed gently, and Max groaned, an uninhibited sound bouncing off every surface in the room. There was a shift in Max's abdomen, and something squirted out of Max's slit. "Max—"
"Oh, yes," Max sighed, eyes fluttering. "Yes, thank you, GP."
GP looked down and pushed again, and watched a bright orange object shoot out of Max. It was slightly bigger than a marble.
"Is that an egg?" he asked, tongue buzzing in his mouth.
Max nodded and let go of GP. "I have more than usual. It is supposed to be less than twelve. You can't even see them from the outside, normally, but it has been so long."
The two eggs that Max had released rested on the bottom of the tub. "So you're a...carrier, then?"
"I can do both," Max said. "When I have my time, I produce the eggs of course, but I can be the other half whenever. It is very lucky, for us. Not everyone can be two in one."
Max was special; GP could have told anyone that. "That's wonderful. Well done," he said, and Max practically glowed with the compliment.
"Will you help me lay them?"
GP's fingers twitched on Max's stomach. "I can keep pushing."
"No," Max said. "There's a better way."
Desire stirred in GP, making his cock swell in his pants. He licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. "What do you mean?"
Max pulled off his suit and tossed it on the edge of the tub with a wet slap. "I want you to fuck me."
GP swallowed. He'd never—he wouldn't. Max was his responsibility to care for. There were whole documents on ensuring that Max wasn't ever abused in his capture, and it all came down to what Max wanted. If what Max felt like doing all day was to play video games, that's exactly what happened. If Max stayed in his privacy enclosure for a week, they didn't drag him out.
Palpating Max's abdomen to induce spawning was one thing, but fucking him was—
Max pushed up against the edge of the tub and pressed his mouth to GP’s.
"What," GP started to say against Max's lips, but Max just kissed him harder. He was firm, and his nose dug into GP’s cheekbone.
"That's how humans start when they want to fuck, right?" Max said when he released him a moment later. "I saw two of them doing it in the corner over there when they thought no one was looking."
Part of GP wanted to ask which two because he had about a hundred quid on various office romance pools. "That's similar to what we do, for sure."
Max groaned, fisting his talons in GP's lab coat. "Then show me how."
GP tilted his head and kissed Max properly. Max's mouth was salty, of course, but also slick and soft. He learned quickly, like he did everything else, lapping at GP's tongue and then sucking on it. He nibbled on GP's lower lip with his triangular teeth, little blades that he was so, so careful with.
"That is weird," Max proclaimed when he pulled away, "but nice. Can we fuck now? You are wearing too many clothes."
"This isn't the most precious place for it," GP admitted. He couldn't easily take Max to bed, though the thought of having Max under him at his flat was deliciously tempting. Max, home with GP on the weekends, raiding his fridge and demanding sex at all hours of the day. Insatiable, bratty, gorgeous Max.
"It doesn't matter," said Max, climbing out of the tub. "Just get naked."
"Don't the eggs have to be in water?"
Max rolled his eyes and started tugging on GP's clothes, clearly annoyed at how GP wasn't dropping trou fast enough. "They are of course not fertilized. I just want them out."
GP's lab coat was a lost cause, huge holes shredded through the fabric already, so he took over for his jumper before Max could attack that too. Max sat back against the lip of the tub, apparently pleased to watch now. It was just after Christmas and GP wasn't too thrilled with his physique after gobbling down a whole roast he'd bought just for himself, but he did alright at the company gym. Max's body was sleek and chubby in places, like a seal, to keep warm in the water.
As soon as GP shucked his trousers to his ankles, Max was in his lap. The chair squeaked dangerously beneath them.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Max asked. That was another part of the care-and-keeping of Max: he had a right to his own internal life. If Max wanted to tell any of them a secret, it would stay between just those two.
"Of course you can," GP replied.
Max rocked in his lap, leaving a puddle of tank water and protective fluid. "I was thinking about you," he said, grinding his wet slit against GP's briefs and his erection. "Like this. I wanted to have you just like this. That's why all the eggs came." He leaned forward and spoke right in GP's ear, a soft murmur that none of the microphones around the lab would catch, "You knocked me up."
GP groaned, dizzy from the rush of blood down south. He clutched Max's hips without asking, but Max just pressed himself deeper into GP's lap. His pregnant little belly pressed against GP's stomach and a fresh splurt of wetness soaked them both.
He wrestled his dick out, hand already slippery from whatever secretion Max's slit was producing. "Put it where you want it," GP said, because he didn't know where Max's vaginal entrance was mapped compared to a human's.
Max wrapped his hot, webbed hand around GP's length and guided it until the tip was in the right place. Then he sank down on it, a perfect slick slide. The muscles he had inside rippled around GP's cock. "Fuck, fuck, that feels so good," Max said, swiveling his hips, getting used to the space. "Oh, GP, you're so big, you're so warm. And hard."
"What do you—" GP started to say, and Max took GP's hand to guide it to the front of his slit.
"Here, feel," he said, making GP press against the pink flushed member that GP had only glimpsed in the tub. It was slim, maybe five or six centimeters long, tapered at the end, coated in fluid. "Be gentle with me."
"Alright," GP agreed, stroking up and down the length with two fingers.
Max shuddered, his passage clenching around GP. "See? Very different. I'll tell you another secret: it's small."
"It's just the right size."
Max shook his head. He braced his hands against GP's shoulders, talons pricking slightly. "I am just stating the comparison. I don't have the standard length. But that is fine, because this is what I want," he said, pushing up and sliding down, riding GP's cock.
GP turned his head and kissed Max's neck, over the seal of his gills. He could feel the slight difference in texture, like a stretchmark or an old scar. Max whimpered and his passage clenched. He leaked more slick. GP rocked up into him, unable to help himself.
"Do humans kiss everywhere?" Max asked.
"Yes," GP admitted, lips moving across Max's gills again, making him pulse. "Everywhere."
Max got impossibly wetter. "Would you kiss my pussy?"
GP's mouth dropped open, shocked dumb enough that only an ugly grunt came out of him, and Max laughed.
"I am of course just messing with you. I know all about cunnilingus and oral sex," Max leaned back and smiled with his sharp teeth. "We can try it another time. Right now I need you to fuck me as hard as you can, or the eggs won't come out."
"You're really giving me a rough time, teasing me like that," GP said, and snapped his hips up.
Max moaned, liquid around him for a moment before he squeezed. "Is it working?"
GP thrust in again, using his hands on Max's hips to bring their bodies together.
"Harder than that, come on," said Max, and GP did. "Harder. Really hard, I won't break. Can't you feel how wet I am for you?"
It was a challenge in the rolling chair, but GP spread his knees for leverage and really thrust—a pace that he would have considered brutal otherwise, but Max just gasped and grinned. So GP kept going, a mindless, animalistic fuck, surely bruising. Max moaned like a pornstar, high and whining.
"Feel so good," GP said.
"Tell me," gasped Max. "I want it. Tell me a secret, tell me, tell me."
"Wet, slutty little cunt," he grunted, dragging up the nastiest parts of himself as he fucked into Max. "Gonna make you heat all the time. Look at you, you're so desperate. Can't do anything 'cause you just want my cock so deep in you, making you take it."
Max's belly tensed, his walls fluttering rhythmically around GP's cock. "Yes, I want that," he said. "Always."
"Tiny baby dick because you just want to be bred, don't you? That's all you're good for?"
"Please," Max whimpered. "So close. Harder, GP, please."
"Any harder and I'll fuck right through you." GP's legs were burning, back aching, but he kept going, driving himself closer to the edge. He rubbed Max's slim, short cock between his fingers. Max cried out, urgent. "That's it, go on. Come for me."
"I will, I will," Max chanted, his head tilting back and the base of his throat fuchsia, trembling with the rest of him. Suddenly, GP's cock slipped out of him on a thrust, and Max burst, eggs squirting out of him and splattering the floor as he screamed. GP pressed on Max's belly, helping it along, and felt it decompress under his palm, everything squeezing out in an orgasmic rush.
When it was done, Max's entrance drooled as he gasped, perched over GP's lap as he caught his breath. There must have been a hundred eggs on the floor, most of them orange, but a few more yellowish or more red. They were wet, and a couple rolled away, leaving shiny snail trails in their wake.
"Wow," GP said, which was an understatement. He pushed again on Max's stomach, but it was empty now, and Max just whimpered.
"If we were going to have a baby," Max panted, "you would have to come on the eggs."
GP's cock bounced, the crown smearing against Max's used hole. "I don't think it will work."
"Too bad." Max spread his slit open with his hands, just like he had earlier in the tub. "I guess you'll just have to do it on me instead."
It was only a matter of a dozen or so strokes, everything still so lubricated, absolutely sopping, and then GP aimed himself right at the soft, secret core of Max and climaxed, painting the folds with pearly release.
Max was a welcome weight in GP's lap afterward, and there was no scientific way to explain how they just rested and snuggled for the better part of ten minutes. It wasn't unusual for Max to be affectionate, but he was selective about it, and rarely did he want to endure it for long.
It was when GP's knees started shaking that Max finally got up. "I knew you would be good at that," Max said, smiling like GP was the experiment, gone perfectly to plan. "I might make eggs again, soon. This was so many at once, so I think next time will be a little different. But you will help me again." There was no room in his tone for GP to argue, but he wouldn't dream of it.
"I'm glad it won't be so messy next time." GP surveyed the general disaster zone around the chair and was already dreading the cleanup.
Max slipped back into the tub, and dove down for a moment before popping back up with the two eggs that he'd released in the water. He put one of them in his mouth and bit down, the squelch in his mouth like a cherry tomato.
GP must have given Max some sort of look, because he offered the second egg in his open palm. "Want one?"
"Absolutely not."
"They are an excellent source of nutrients. A waste if you don't eat them unfertilized, but I am not picking them up off the floor," he said. When GP still didn't take the offered egg, he shrugged and popped it in his mouth too.
GP felt his gut roll uncomfortably. "You don’t have to eat those. I brought you Kinder Eggs."
"What!" Max exclaimed. "GP, you did not say! How many? Can I have them now?"
"If you help me with mopping," he said, and Max hummed, considering.
"Just give me a minute," Max replied. "I can still feel your come on me. I should clean that first. And I want to see how it tastes."
GP sat down hard in the chair, and when it skidded backwards on the slick floor, another handful of eggs went racing jauntily away across the lab.
Okie so I’m listening to Max’s onboard in Japan 2025 and why is kinda….. DARE I SAY IT,, SEXUAL??
GP is constantly feeding Max data, and Max is constantly reporting things with the car and GP reassures him every time with a collectedly calm voice, all the while the engine is revving LIKEEE….
So in tune with each other they know what the other is thinking WITHOUT A WORD. H O T.
