#russtappenelli

gaxcar: not actually a throuple this is more like three separate couples that operate semi-independently from each other and according to an excel timetable that they've all got open on their phones at all times

gaxlex: this is just george, alex, the stray they adopted. no notes except max is maybe prime candidate to let alex indulge his lactation kink

gaxiel: max gets strapped to a cuck chair and has the time of his life about it, the movie. also they've got History and when they move in together the elephant in the room moves in with them

norrusstappen: max, george, the human equivalent of that one childhood hamster that died microwaved except instead of microwaving the hamster they are feeding it treats and maybe jumpscaring it once in a while to keep the spark alive

gaxnando: max, george, their very willing but also very evil daddy issues outlet. fernando and his favourite sugar babies if you will. fernando uses their absolute dumptrucks as an armrest for each of his hands and gax have the time of their lives about it

verrussainz: "i can take both at the same time"

gax x toto: need i say anything, actually

336327 (whatever their name is): and yet another instance of 'gax found and hunted a father figure substitute and took turns sitting on his dick'

Out of the Blue - Chapter 3, A push in the right direction.

George Russell/Kimi Antonelli/Max Verstappen, Mentions of past George/Lewis & past Max/Daniel. Endgame George/Max.

Rated E. 16,723words. 3/3. NSFW art at the end of the chapter!

“Mentoring is a brain to pick, an ear to listen, and a push in the right direction.” -John Crosby

Unlike on Wednesday, George is grateful when the door swings open, when Max finally walks in. His gaze snaps to the Dutchman, who lets the door close behind him, already giving Kimi a smile.

This time, when he walks close to the bed and starts chatting to the younger driver, George doesn’t interrupt. He listens distantly as Kimi thanks Max for helping out with interviews, as Max laughs when the kid tells him his eye itched from the champagne for a solid hour after the podium.

The cordial smile he’d plastered on does dim, though George hides it by bringing a hand up to his chin. His foot has started swinging by the time Max finally looks at him.

“Good race,” he says in lieu of greeting. His tone isn’t as amused as it had been while addressing Kimi. “Unlucky with the car.”