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In which George and Carlos go on a last-minute night out to Nagoya after the race.
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11 Jan 2026
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“What?” he asked, lifting the clipper slightly in mild defence. “I forgot.”
“Really,” Alex repeated flatly.
“I keep forgetting. Plus, I don’t wanna hurt someone.”
Charles frowned slightly. “Huh,” he blinked. “Hurt someone how?”
“I mean—” George waved his clipper in a vague circle, “—like scratches. You know. I’m not exactly gentle.”
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11 Jan 2026
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Normally, Carlos would enjoy Charles’ high tea like any other day he’s invited to.
Except that he’s not today.
According to Charles.
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Carlos looks over the balcony, then at Charles. If he plays the stubborn game, he might get away for this evening. If. “There is no bell ringing because there is no bell. I’ve been just watching the sunset peacefully until someone decided to ruin my precious moment.”
“Indirectly.” Charles tries grins, still trying to strip Carlos bare. “You’re standing here to look at the sun through someone.”
“I just like this spot.”
“Not outside?”
“This is fairly a good spot.” Carlos counters back, frowning.
Charles exhales heavily with an eye-roll. “Carlos, nobody looks at the sun like they’re writing a sonnet in their head.”
Carlos groans and turns to him to grumble out in frustration. “I don’t want to write him a sonnet.”
“Ha!” Charles points his finger, “There is a someone. I got you.”
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08 Dec 2025
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post-padel, adidas shorts, sex in the back of the mercedes, and shit-talking the fia. i think that’s it?
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08 Dec 2025
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“I—” George hesitated, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this… about someone.”
Carlos blinked, his brows knitting together as he tilted George’s chin up gently. “Feel like what?” His voice was a murmur, soft and coaxing.
George swallowed, his pulse thundering in his ears. “Like I want more. More than just this. More than… us hiding in a car, pretending it’s nothing.”
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08 Dec 2025