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rubberstains · 1 year

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704 words; dynamics of Max, Lewis, and a bit of Charles

“Max,” Lewis blurted, tearing his eyes away from his phone. He must have just noticed Max’s arrival.

Max wiped his lower lip roughly. “Hello, mate.”

Lewis’ braided hair was dutifully tucked underneath a vibrant pinkish-red cap. The silver earring dangling from his left ear trembled with his every movement.

“Where were you?” Max asked after a beat. His eyes stilled to focus on Lewis and Lewis’ reaction.

Lewis rubbed at his forehead softly, contemplating Max’s words. Max’s cheeks still carried a sheen of sweat, glistening in the dark blanket of the night sky. His freshly shaven jaw glittered.

“Max,” Lewis began trepidly. His mind blurred back to previous years, 2016, 2017, and 2018, where Max was a blip on his radar, a faint crawl of smoke containing youth and urgency on the edges of his awareness; all before he had brusquely shoved and domineered his way into the forefront of Lewis’ attention. Then it had been a constant stream of Max; the lisp as he laughed dryly about track conditions, the simmering contact between their eyes as they nodded to each other after and before a race, the faint hair plastered onto his stocky arms and legs.

“You alright there?” Max asked, a small grin threatening to eclipse his face.

“Sorry, man, I just blanked out for a second.” Lewis unlocked his phone again and began tapping away. “What’s up?”

Max’s forehead abruptly drooped onto Lewis’ shoulder. His dirty blond hair flattened on the lithe plane of Lewis.

The changes in Max’s body were eminent here. His widened shoulders and torso, the strong, heavy build of his arms tapering into a boxy, yet smaller, waist.

“I asked where you were,” Max muffled into the drying material of Lewis’ fireproofs.

Lewis tried not to drop his phone. He locked it with a click.

“The car is…”

“Shit?” Max offered honestly.

“Yeah,” Lewis gave a curt sigh. “Honestly, yeah, it’s shit.” His arms rose to envelop Max loosely.

Max craned his neck upwards and rolled it around with a grimace. “Too short,” he teased.

Lewis chuckled limply, the sound forced from his throat. He had qualified 15th, one of the worst in his entire career, and had been racing a Haas, almost on par, for the majority of the race. For Lewis, it was unfathomable.

The boy—the man—who had beaten him last year had just won the race, his younger, friendlier rival clad in red with tiny, pursed lips waving to Max after they crossed the finish line barely five-hundredths of a second apart.

If Lewis was a fan and not a driver, he’d root for Charles.

Max stretched to his full height and Lewis tried to not feel emasculated. “I finished tenth. I don’t even know if you get a point for that.”

Max showed off his row of stubby, straight teeth. “Of course, they changed the rules for that a long time ago.”

“I’ve never really had to focus on that, to be honest,” Lewis bit back, mirth bleeding into his tone to mitigate the arrogance of the statement.

Max raised his eyebrows and when Lewis thought he might finally, finally have affected him off-track, Max deflated, laughing breathily.

“That’s true. You should really retire,” Max’s biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head. “You’re making it hard for us to beat your records!”

Us, Lewis thought bitterly. Us as in, him and Charles. Lewis could root for Charles all he wanted. Max was untouchable. He simply did not care.

Lewis fed the bitterness brewing beneath his skin with impulsion. Which led him to grab Max’s face with his palms and recklessly push his lips onto Max’s.

He would deny it, but Lewis had to lift himself up to meet Max. The kiss was short and dry, chapped lips grating against each other like gravel on stone.

When Lewis pulled away, Max chased the kiss, eyelashes brushing his cheeks. Lewis smiled, triumphant.

“Say hi to Charles for me, Max!” Lewis called out as he walked backwards, away from the young Dutchman.

A gentle tinge of pink spread across Max’s cheeks. Lewis wished the two the best of luck. At least if they weren’t teammates they had a fighting chance of making it.

#max verstappen #im scared to tag lewis #3344 #but also 1633 because duh #brocedes mention?!#lestappen mention #one shot #i know lewis and max r not a popular ship but cmon the dynamic is so interesting and convoluted

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