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Craning his neck behind them, Daniel laughs his loud, creaky hyena laugh. “Don’t look now, but he’s still watching.”
“Who?”
“Chuck.”
“Chuck. There’s no way he lets you call him that,” Max says, voice rife with disbelief. He also can’t help it—he turns around, jostling Daniel’s arm over his shoulder to look back toward the media pen. Charles is in fact still watching them disappear down the paddock. His head is tilted to one side, a look of consideration on his pretty face. He doesn’t look actively upset, but he doesn’t look particularly happy either. Fuck.
“He doesn’t let me do anything. I just sort of do it and he laughs and blushes and looks at me with his big cow eyes.”
“Big cow eyes,” Max repeats, disbelieving yet again.
“Not actually, but sort of,” Daniel says, grin making his eyes crinkle. What the fuck.
“He’s blushing at you?” Max sounds petulant. Jealous, even. He needs to get a grip.
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All the rookies love Max. Except for one.
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14 Jan 2026
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Rapid fire thoughts in French pour into his head, each more hysterical sounding than the last. He recognizes “merde”, “putain”, and “pensée” and that’s it. Unhelpful.
“Charles,” he murmurs, slightly apologetic, “French.”
Charles’ eyes get even bigger, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. He makes a noise that if Max were a slightly less merciful person he would call a squeak. Watching him make the absolutely unhinged connection in real time is fascinating. Then carefully, in tentative English, You are hearing my thoughts?
Miserable, Max nods. Then shrugs. Fuck.
“Max,” Charles practically hisses, his grip on Max’s hand going tighter. The pinprick of his nails feels like the only thing connecting Max to the earth. “What the fuck?”
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Or, the year Max turns thirty, he spends about a month mid-season being able to read minds via physical touch. Charles is there too.
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13 Jan 2026
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Lando gaped at Carlos. Then he burst out laughing. “Holy shit. Carlos!”
“What?”
“I just told you that a bunch of people think we’re fucking, and your reaction is to double-down on the sex god thing?”
“Why not?”
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10 Jan 2026
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Oscar just wants to sleep.
Lando just wants to play his music.
There’s a paper-thin wall between them, and a very fine line between hate and… something else.
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04 Jan 2026
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He’s tall, is the first thought that flashes through Lando’s brain when he lays eyes on Oscar Piastri. It shouldn’t be a surprise, most men are taller than Lando, but all the same he finds his eyes catching on the width of Oscar’s shoulders, the couple inches that separate them.
He’s also, as a first impression, very eh. Not in like a bad way, just neutral.
“So you’re my new Aussie?” are the words that come out of his mouth.
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