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In the time they’ve been together, a few rules had always, always been implicitly understood.
1. Their relationship would be kept secret from the general public.
2. They would keep racing each other the same way they always had, on the limit.
3. Max would never fuck Charles before he had to be in the car, especially before a race.Except last night… last night things had been different.
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or: Max and Charles fuck up (literally) and break rule #3. They probably shouldn’t be so in to it.Bookmarked by fingergunzzzz
05 Jul 2026
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“I know, I know,” Max is practically whispering in his ear, Charles needs to grip the counter edge to stop himself from trembling, “I know we agreed that ending it was for the best. I’m just asking for one more night if you will have me. Just to say goodbye properly. I think it would be good. For us- to help us move on.”
The offer is as ridiculous as it is devastating.
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or: A year after their split, Max and Charles decide to have delayed breakup sex. The morning after does not go according to plan.Bookmarked by fingergunzzzz
24 Jun 2026
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Because Max flipping his cap backwards before going down on Charles is a religious experience
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11 Jun 2026
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Charles opens the door in his work out shorts and giant hoodie, half of his hair smooshed to the side of his head while the other sticks straight up. He's frantically trying to smooth it with one hand as he swings the door wide with the other, but gets distracted by Max standing there, red-cheeked and trying to pretend he isn’t panting.
The cloud of rainpancakesearthsyrup floods into his apartment, making Charles blink dazedly. It’s so fucking good. He can’t help but gasp a bit, surprised.
Max takes a final deep, almost heaving breath and shoots his arm out straight in front of him, a dark blue hoodie clenched in his fist. “Here.”
Charles doesn’t reach for it. He eyes Max, the sheen of sweat along his hairline, the fit of his relatively but not egregiously skinny jeans.
“Did you—did you run here?”
Max grimaces a little, then shrugs. “Brought this for you.”
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Charles has spent the last 28 years highly sensitive to smell, usually to the detriment of his own well-being. So what if Max’s presence—and scent—have always helped with that?
So what if this is the year Max finally notices?
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10 Jun 2026
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Earlier, Max tapped his forefinger to Charles’ lips a few times in quick succession. A sweet, absently made sort of gesture, even though his eyes had already gone dark and his fingers had flexed in the way that Charles always knows means he wants to touch.
Charles opened his mouth easily, like he always does.
Max had pet at his tongue, swiped lovingly around the topography of his teeth. Fit his thumb into Charles’ back left molars, gripping with his other fingers curled firmly around his jaw. Pushing down with enough force it made something inside Charles’ head go fuzzy, made his cock twitch.
Hard enough for the indents to press into Max’s thumb, for him to feel the texture of his own teeth on his tongue when he licked over the pad of it seconds later.
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