YEAH richboy George comes to claim the farm his late grandfather willed to him, and meets carpenter/Mr. Fix It/Jack-of-all-trades/handyman/country boy Alex? Been steaming on this one for a while now actually! It's going to be a LOOOONG fic, but here's just a little excerpt from the Flower Dance for funsies.
"I'm going to assume you've danced before?"
George looks at Alex like he has fifteen heads and all the audacity the world can offer. Alex knows well enough that George comes from old money and is all but packaged up with a Pedigree; there's no doubt slow dancing was one of many things he had been forced to do in his younger years to appease family members and their distinguished (re: rich) guests. However, there is no denying just how amusing it is to see the genuine shock and offense on George's face over such a simple remark.
"I didn't ask you to dance with me so you could be rude." is all George says in response, and Alex is surprised at just how well he's managing to keep the annoyance out of his tone.
"Not my intention. Apologies." Alex whispers into the shell of George's ear, pulling him in closer so that their bodies are pressed together comfortably. His hand easily finds George's and he laces their fingers with little fuss, settling his free arm at a rather cautious location above George's hip.
The music has yet to play, but it won't be much longer before the festival begins and all of the couples paired up in line will cascade into the soft, intimate rhythm of their annual Flower Festival dance. Interestingly enough, as he and George stand pressed chest to chest waiting for their moment to shine, Alex can feel the rapid-fire thrum of George's heartbeat knocking viciously against his own. His smile, for all his efforts to keep it from blooming, is not subtle.
"Nervous, city boy?"
"What - no! No, I'm perfectly fine, thank you." George sputters out like his life depends on it, ever indignant to be the subject of Alex's merciless teasing.
Alex's smile only grows tenfold. "Uh huh, that's why your heart's beating so hard, right?"
"I - no its -- you can feel it?"
"It's drumming right up against mine, George. You have no secrets."
specific moments from F1 lore that feel like fanfic but are real
Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc are born 16 days apart, and competed at 33 different races before joining F1. Charles's driver number is 16 and Max's driver number is 33.
George Russell and Alex Albon shared a room and a bed in Portugal in 2019 and both ended up with the same throat infection, and everyone on Sky Sports agreed that they fucked.
Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg live in the same apartment building in Monaco and regularly bump into each other in the lift.