#george/alex

[rosyjuly]

The tavern is loud, humid, crowded – it smells like burnt oil and spilled beer and like men who have been on the sea for months. 

George was lucky enough to get a seat where he can lean against the wall and watch Lando attempt another bluff that not even Carlos buys. The whole night, Max has been steadily winning, even though he keeps his eyes more on Daniel than on his own deck. George finishes his drink and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s covered in a thin, damp layer of sweat, due to the crowded humidity of the tavern and the pent-up emotions coiling tightly in his stomach.

Alex has left already. He stood up on wobbly legs and said something about finding himself some company with a smirk and then sauntered into the chaos of the tavern. 

That must have been around an hour ago. Long enough that George should be able to slip away without the lads saying something. He pushes away his jug and keeps his face carefully blank, but before he can take more than a few steps, he hears, “Oi, Russell, where you going?”

“Gotta piss,” George says without thinking. “Why, you wanna hold it for me, Daniel?”

Daniel gives a honking laugh and a wink. “I’ll let you off this time, mate,” he says and then he’s turning back to the table to peer at their cards. 

George doesn’t wait for anyone else to offer some stupid comment. He makes for the stairs, forcing himself to take one at a time, even though his palms are clammy with excitement. 

It should be the third room on the right. George checks if there’s anyone else coming up the stairs behind him who would question why he’s trying to listen for any obvious noises of fucking – sometimes the room is already occupied and then it’s less easy to find out where he has to go. But he doesn’t hear anything this time. He raps his knuckles softly against the door twice, waits for a moment, then gives two short knocks again. He hears the key turn in the lock, and finally Alex is grinning at him through the gap. 

“Took you long enough,” Alex tells him as he steps aside to let George in. 

“I offered that you could stay instead,” George starts to say, even though the waiting eats at him, no matter if he’s pacing in the room or forcing himself to act normally at the long table, but then Alex backs him up against the door and words evade him propmptly. Alex turns the key again, his forearm brushing warmly against George’s. 

Just a few days ago, George couldn’t sleep, his stomach in knots and his eyes too dry. They all knew that the port had to be close with how the portions were weaning, the crew restless enough that nobody paid too much attention to George’s fidgeting. Alex had the shift on the helm, the night warm and clear around him, painting his hair blue in the moonshine. Alex boxed him in against the mast just like this, but George stiffened. He couldn’t quite bring himself to turn his head away, but he let it thud against the hard, smooth wood, looking up at Alex through his lashes. Alex was studying him like he was some map that could lead to treasure; eyes dancing on George’s face, his neck. But he didn’t push. 

“It’s just– anyone could see,” George said quietly, nodding in the direction of the deck. 

Alex snorted. “Oh trust me, the captain is otherwise occupied,” he said, but then he stepped away. George wished he had been relieved.

He watched Alex curl his fingers around one of the handles. James was keen on giving him the night shift because Alex would only wake him if there was a real storm brewing. Alex was pleased enough about it, because then he could sleep during the day and dodge the usual chores. On those days, they were barely awake at the same time. 

“Checo snoring too loudly?”

George shrugged and gave a weak chuckle. He didn’t even notice, to be honest, too focused on the promise of the port. 

Now, there is no distraction, nobody that could catch them red handed. He surges forward and kisses Alex with a weeks old hunger. Alex cups his face with warm hands as he pushes George back until his shoulders hit the door. It’s always like this, the first time after a while: overwhelming in its franticness, like a dark, hard storm hitting unexpected as you try to secure the helm, giant waves crashing down while the wind howls in your ear, and there’s only a single rope between you and the sea surrounding you hungrily. Pinned between Alex and the door, it’s easy to think of him as that lifeline, what gets George through the monotony at sea, but also what he thinks of when he gets home, to the three story floor building that his father has built. 

Alex presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth and takes his hand, pulls him to the bed. They have done this enough times that they both tug off clothes without much preamble, eyes barely leaving the other. George should be used to it by now, but Alex’s golden skin glinting in the low light of candles makes his heart lurch, his stomach tightening all the same. When Alex reaches for him, George takes a hold of his elbow and then lets himself fall on the bed and drags Alex down with him. They land in a heap, elbows and knees knocking against each other painfully. 

“Mate,” Alex says, but he’s laughing, albeit a little breathlessly. Good. It shouldn’t be only George with the breath knocked out of him at just the sight of the other, let alone his touch. 

“Sorry,” he says, canting his hips forward in an apology. Alex hums and rolls on top of him, his dick a hot, hard line against George’s. It’s grounding to be trapped under Alex like this, cornered between his strong arms. He juts his chin out in a request for a kiss, and Alex complies: first on the mouth, then on the peak of his chin. Then it’s not a lot of kissing, just the two of them rutting against each other, Alex driving down with purposeful thrusts. It should be too dry, but they’re pressed so close that perspiration is slicking them up just right, and soon grunts and moans are falling from George’s mouth while Alex tells him, yeah, and yes, and George, fuck. George is so pent up that it takes merely minutes until he’s spilling between the two of them messily, and he imagines painting Alex’s cock white with his come, making the slide against his body smooth and wet for Alex, for his pleasure. 

Afterwards, they lie together damp and sticky with sweat, even after has cleaned them up with some rag. Summer is fast approaching; the room is warm, humid, the air thick like the good kind of butter they rarely get to have. The blood in George’s veins has quieted down, but with Alex pressed so close, it’s only a matter of time before he’ll be giving into desire again.

#tried to find out if i've posted this before but tumblr was working great as always #sailors au #george/alex #galex #my fic #one day i'll be back to you sailors au i promise

[drpepperjunior]

Two besties stuck together like two peas in a pod🫛

Thinking about making these a keyring for myself🥰

#f1 #f1 art #f1 fanart #williams f1 #williams racing #alex albon #formula 1 #formula one #george russell #george/alex #galex #6323 #mercedes amg f1 #mercedes f1

[ficsjesslikes]

Tag masterlist - updated!

It's been a year since the last one and some new things have popped up so time for a refresh of the pinned post!

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George/Alex

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Max/Charles

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Lando/Oscar

Logan/Oscar

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Pierre/Charles

Charles/Carlos

Seb/Charles

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Putting the common tags on this post for easy reference if the links break:

#george/alex #max/daniel #max/charles #fernando/lance #carlos/lando #lando/oscar #logan/oscar #pierre/esteban #seb/mick #seb/lewis #pierre/charles #charles/carlos #seb/charles #art #lists #fic bits #bonus content

[singsweetmelodies]

are we just going to not talk about alex's birthday post for george?! because i think we should talk about it. i think we should talk about it a lot:

#galex #rubon #george russell/alex albon #george/alex #2363 #idk if i just missed it bcs i haven't been on tumblr properly in a while #but i haven't seen ANYONE screaming about this and guys. GUYS #COME ON #THIS IS AMAZING #also terrible!! but in the best way #bad boys for life im crying 💀 #but also THAT PICTURE... 🥺🥺🥺 #nothing will get me as soft as childhood friends; GUARANTEED #also they both just look SO freaking cute; bless 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ #i adore them actually.

[watercolor-hearts]

As someone who lives and breathes hurt/comfort, I couldn't help but write a little something after seeing this video of Alex and George discussing Alex's injury. So yeah, nurse Russell is on the case.

Alex/George • 1036 words • hurt/comfort • first-aid • (a little bit of) angst • fluff • cuddles • they might be in love. might. • Ao3 link

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Alex had just sat down a minute ago but now there was someone outside his hotel room banging on the door.

“What the hell?!,” Alex muttered under his breath as he stood up to open the door. He just wanted to rest until tomorrow morning; he wasn't in the mood for long chit-chats or parties.

“This is not normal!” George said, furiously, marching into Alex's hotel room with something in his hand Alex couldn't quite recognize at first glance.

“What's not normal?” Alex asked after closing the door.

“That your back was bleeding,” George said, opening the thing Alex hadn't recognized first but now knew what it was and his eyes went wide.

“Why did you bring a first-aid kit?”

“Because your back was bleeding, Alex,” George said without looking at Alex because he was busy packing out some things from the kit, “And it wasn't the first time.”

“God, George,” Alex laughed, “you're overreacting.”

“I'm not!”

“Georgie,” Alex sat on the bed in front of George, softly placing his hand on the driver's chin to lift his head to be able to look into his beautiful blue eyes which were now filled with worry alongside a little bit of anger, “I'm okay. It's not the first time, yeah, but it always heals for the next race. Patrick had already seen it and said I'll survive so no need to worry. Okay?

“Just—just let me—,” George gestured towards the disinfectant and the gauze pads lying on the bed, making it a holy trinity with the graze dressing next to them, “—please.”

“If that's what you want, nurse Russell,” Alex smiled, caressing George's cheek with his thumb, “then, please, patch me up. What do I need to do?” Alex asked, even though he knew what to do but wanted to let George do it how he wants to. If George wants to be his nurse, he can be, there's no problem with it. Alex has always liked comfort and care, especially from George. And George has always liked to provide it, especially to Alex.

“Okay, so, take off your T-shirt and then turn around or lie down on the bed, whichever is more comfortable for you.”

Alex nodded and took off his T-shirt.

“I'm going to lie down I think,” he said, looking at George, who nodded in encouragement.

“Please.”

And then when Alex made himself comfortable, George put a bit of a disinfectant on one of the gauze pads and moved a bit closer to Alex.

“Now I'm going to clean the wound with a bit of a disinfectant. I'll try to be as gentle as I can but I apologize in advance if it hurts,” he said, putting his free hand on Alex's shoulder to be able to take a closer look at the graze and its surroundings. It made him angry to see it because it wasn't normal to get an injury like this. Especially not every race weekend. Williams needed to do something. They can't make their driver injured and then expect the best performance from him.

“Don't worry, Georgie,” Alex said, smiling, “just go ahead and do it. I won't cry.”

“I know,” George smiled, too. “Okay, I'm going to do it now,” he warned and then carefully cleaned the graze and then the skin around it too. Alex didn't say anything, he didn't even flinch, just kept breathing steadily.

“Now I'm gonna put on the graze dressing, it should make it heal faster and not dry out,” George explained as he opened it and then carefully put it over the graze, softly patting the edges to stick. “One more thing and we're done,” he said and then leaned over Alex's back, placing a soft kiss next to the graze dressing. “This one is for the quick healing. Just to make sure. Your battle scar is now all patched up.”

“Special care from my personal nurse as I see.”

“Someone has to care about you. And they clearly don't. They just let their warrior to be in pain every race weekend,” George said with an angry and disappointed tone, packing everything back into the first-aid kit and then putting it on the bedside table. Alex turned around to lie on his side and face George.

“They care about me. It's because of my height. They can't really do anything about it,” Alex explained, reaching out to caress George's face and hair as the driver was lying next to him.

“If they cared, they would've found a solution. Changing your seat or putting some padding into your fireproof, or even just putting some plaster on to protect your skin.”

“Yeah,” Alex nodded, “maybe you're right.”

“I'm gonna go and talk to them tomorrow. They can't let this happen every time. It's not good for you, for your skin. It's not easy to bring good results when your seat rips your skin.”

“I'm gonna be okay, you've just made sure by cleaning it and putting a graze dressing on it. You can now let it go because we should sleep.”

“I just don't want you to be in pain,” George murmured, moving closer to Alex to cuddle him.

“I'm not in pain anymore. You're a good nurse, Georgie. It could be a good second carrier for you after retirement” Alex smiled, changing their position a bit so now he was the one cuddling George. George needed it more, it was clear. Alex held him close to his body, his naked torso radiating warmth towards George's face. It was nice for him to feel Alex this close. Alex was gonna be okay. It's just a small injury, George kept reminding himself.

“Maybe as your personal nurse, if you keep getting injuries.”

“Maybe I'll keep getting them so you can nurse me back to health every time,” Alex said, with a soft smile, kissing George's soft and a bit messy hair.

“You like it, yeah?”

“I always like it when you're here with me,” Alex confessed, fearing George could feel his heart racing in his chest because he was only a few millimeters from it. “I like you.”

“Maybe I like you too,” George murmured, looking at Alex for a moment before putting a soft kiss on his lips and then burying his face into Alex's chest, feeling the pounding of his heart on his cheek.

#you shouldn't put disinfectant on injuries like this as per google but george isn't a medical personnel so he can make mistakes #galex #george/alex #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #george russell #alex albon #my writing #also this isn't my first nurse russell story but i'm so slow with writing my planned stories #that i haven't even written the real first one yet #(that's a darker one with daniel and his self-harm struggles)

[gokartkid]

vampire au, ur choice in pairing<3

making it galex!

george is like, a real proper vampire. going to the monthly meetings, signed up to the local blood donation facilities, and a sire family that goes back into the centuries kind of proper vampire. he's young in vampire terms (like, a century) compared to lewis for instance or toto who goes WAY back (he hasn't said specifically but they all think original romanian transylvania. that would explain why he cant get rid of the accent)

alex is new. like, last week new. he was turned accidentally, george thinks, at least from what he told him over a pint. he'd been making out with this guy at a club, very normal (he stresses this) when they went into an alleyway outside (alex says this very normally and calmly, like this is something he does all the time. George is not homophobic, but he is just a bit of a prude still and he also tries to be normal. fails!) and then what was a harmless bit of necking turned into alex getting his blood sucked out of him. in his haze, he does remember hearing the other guy panicking, then being forced to drink something that was gross and delicious all at the same time. then, the next day, he got picked up by the magic part of the police dept. because the guys at the pub didn't really like having a half dead body on the ground outside.

they try and figure out who turned him, but can't work it out beyond alex's grand sire DEFINITELY being red bull affiliated. (the vampires have like. idk. family clan loyalties) but the mercedes lot are who he gets referred to first just because red bull can be a bit. tougher to work with, and Toto's got a finger in every pie. while they're doing this, alex is like dragging george kicking and screaming into the 21st century.

"you're not joking around with me right now." alex is looking at him, eyebrows raised. His glass is raised halfway to his mouth. the condensation from the beer is leaking onto his hand and pooling around his fingers. "what? no why?" george genuinely looks baffled, as if he hasn't just said the most insane sentence alex has ever heard. "you're saying-" alex puts down the glass, his hands on the table. he needs to stress every word, "-you're actually saying that you had a chat with anne boleyn before she had her head cut off and offered to make her a vampire." "well," george looks a bit embarassed now. he starts adjusting his cufflinks, probably to try and look cool and collected and aloof. alex has seen him do it about 50 times every time they've met up now though, so it has lost its original charm. "-i mean, yes, i was there, and i thought she might like a bit of help. it was rather a sticky situation you know, a lot of emotions running high." "and she said no?" he can't imagine george, posh george in the armani sweater, wearing ray bans sunglasses who's practically addicted to having a cuppa of tea in the morning as living in the middle ages. "it wasn't really her thing mate," george shrugs, "bit torn up still about the whole thing if im honest. always thought henry the 8th was naff after that."

alex is flatting with charles also, who is in my mind a cursebreaker sorry @tetrapod7 stealing ur scholarship.... blatant theft, anyway he comes back after Vampire Orientation (this is like a week of being at totos creepy mansion that he does vampire business in and basically being taught how to be normal and signing a bunch of forms declaring himself to the govt) and charles is all, alexander I thought you were dead, like really, dead, and you come back looking fine?! except he takes a closer look and then is like ahh. i was not far off mate, you are looking good but you are definitely dead. and alex is like yeah they had to teach me all the vampire skills. and charles is like well are you good at being a vampire now? and alex is like "um, well, probably going to have to get better really fast but I definitely won't kill people. By the way, do you think its semi-incestuous if you fuck another vampire who you're maybe like, sharing a grand-sire with. i don't really understand if its capital F family that they were going on about, or just like." waves his hands "metaphorical brothers in arms." (at this point he doesn't know who his grand sire is. so theres a conflict. BUT IT IS NOT. INCESTUOUS. but its funny!?)

bonus: the first time they have sex alex like tries to go down on george but he doesnt realise he's hungry (my lore ur teeth are like. retractable. he doesn't realise they come out spiky when ur a bit peckish) and george yelps and is like "teeth! teeth teeth teeth." and alex is like ooh fuck whoops sorry. and they have a snack break

#george/alex #galex #gr63 #aa23 #f1 rpf #my fic #asks #5 headcanon aus #pls enjoy etc etc #my first foray into galex… nervous!!!!

[f1-disaster-bi]

Yes, it fits so well that its george and Lando!! (And ofc angsty atuff for our gremlin ;)

It does! And ofc we have to go angsty because it's what the gremlin demands and I couldn't help but do this:

Lando's hand is shaking in Sebastian's. The older man squeezing gently and offering a smile to the younger.

"What if he doesn't want me here?", Lando asks, voice barely above a whisper as he stares at the door before them.

"Baby boy, he text me and said "bring the idiot to me before he convinces himself he killed me"", Lewis reassured, kissing Lando's curls before knocking on the door.

Alex opened the door, grinning as he took in the sight of them.

"Bout time you got here. He won't stop pestering me about you", Alex laughed, pulling Lando into a hug before offering a hand shake to Lewis and Seb.

Lando was still nervously shaking. His hands knotting in the material of Lewis's hoodie as he walked into the living room after kicking off he shoes. His eyes landing on George and freezing the moment George looks up tiredly and spots him.

Before Lando can even say anything, George is lifting a corner of the blanket dropped across his lap and holding his arms out.

"Come here you git", George sighs fondly, wrapping Lando in his arms when Lando slots into his side, "I'm okay, see?"

Lewis and Sebastian watch with Alex as Lando doesn't say anything and just curls into his friend. The two of them lost in their own little world.

#lewis/lando/sebastian #lewis/sebastian #sebastian/lewis #lando/sebastian #sebastian/lando #alex/george #george/alex

[iwastemytimereading]

George Russell catching his best friend Alex Albon...

🎵And historians will call them🎵

#sorry not sorry #george russell #alex albon #george/alex

[rosyjuly]

Re: your recent frivolities, I’m chewing on non-driver galex on a little drunk friend party weekend in the mountains warm from drinking almost too much, fumbling around in the starry dark trying not to get caught for some inscrutable reason idk i just think it’s COMPELLING and would like your scholarly opinion!!!

The longhouse in Devon has been George’s idea; something he could plan sprawled on the couch after a long day, something to hold onto when he got yet another pls fix email for the contract he drafted, now annotated with question marks and no-s. It was a small miracle that they even found a time that worked for all of them, even if it was a bit awkward timing, the first weekend of December that Lando and Alex both marked with if need be in the Doodle, something about marketing being overwhelmed with the Christmas fuckery, or whatever Lando was trying to say in the dozen texts he sent into the groupchat. 

‘You can really tell he’s doing the socials, always on his phone’, Alex texted him in private, followed by a screenshot of trading his Sunday shift with one of his buddies. 

It’s been a few years since they last managed to get the whole gang together for a getaway. The last time, George was doing his CPQ, begging off in the early afternoons to cram for his exams, locking the door to their room with Alex and ignoring the ruckus outside. He picked Alex up at the vet clinic, let him sleep off the overnight shift on the drive there, the roads first slow in the London traffic, then clearing up as they finally left the city. 

It’s easy to tell the lads that he’s missed them after everyone is loose-limbed with mulled wine, especially with Alex’s hand big and familiar on his waist, warmth seeping through his t-shirt. When Alex’s thumb begins to stroke the line of his ribcage, slow and soft, George takes a look at him; but Alex is listening to Charles intently, nodding along the story that George has lost track of five minutes and two sub-stories ago. 

So George can be normal. He knocks back a shot with Daniel and then carefully puts the glass down on the counter; just behind Alex so he can press his arm along the strong line of his back. Alex leans back, his other hand coming to rest on George’s waist as well, and he can feel himself flush as he tries to imagine how it must look, Alex’s clever hands framing his torso like that, the hands that can soothe a wounded animal or hold down a desperate creature all the same. 

“Cold?” Alex asks, as quiet as he can manage over the music, when a shiver rakes through George’s body at the thought. George risks another glance; this time, Alex is looking at him, lashes fanning his dark eyes, like he’s considering his hands on George, too, and some long-buried hope flickers alive again in him. 

“Not at all, mate,” George tells him. He drags the vape out of his pocket and shows it to Alex – the bar is a pretty, deep purple, one of the less ridiculous ones Pierre has brought. “Wanna go out for a smoke?” 

“God, I wish it was a smoke instead of that kid flavoured abomination,” Alex sighs, but his hands tighten on George’s waist quite agreeable. They fetch their coat in silence, stepping outside without much fanfare. When George inclines his head, Alex raises a half-mocking eyebrow, but follows him behind the corner all the same, crowding into his space when George leans against the wall. 

“If you knew just half the shit these can cause, you’d be a lot less eager,” Alex says, nodding at the vape. George doesn’t give a shit about the vape; has taken it in hopes for exactly this, Alex lecturing him a little, his attention finally on George and only George. 

“You know I can be plenty eager,” he tells Alex, and the second Alex’s eyes go dark and wanton, he feels drunker than the whole night. 

“I do know that,” Alex says, now pressing impossibly closer, strong and warm and perfect all over. “You wanna remind me?” 

“Always,” George says, and then he barely notices when he drops the stupid vape, too busy rediscovering how Alex tastes and how his now thicker thigh still fits so nicely between his legs, firm and tantalizing.

#devon isn't the mountains but we move! #'my recent frivolities' wow can't believe i'm being called out on main like this. #george/alex #little fic #thank you for this gabby mwah ily #rosy.ask #sorry i didn't even read this back it is what it is

[drpepperjunior]

Three boys waiting for X-mas🦌🎄🧑‍🎄

(Galex and their adopted child Logan lol)

#f1 #f1 fanart #f1 art #williams f1 #williams racing #alex albon #formula 1 #formula one #george/alex #george russell #galex #lolex #logan sargeant #mercedes amg f1 #aa23 #gr63 #ls2

[piastriblogging]

cannot stop thinking about george as a gay cowboy movie protagonist…

like.. gay repressed cowboy george who dedicates himself to his work and accepts he’s going to die alone and just says it’s bcs he has to take care of the house and the family… even after his parents die and his sister is married and his brother is off making his own and it’s just george and the family land all alone he tells himself he just needs his dog and his work and he’s fine he’ll be fine

of course at some point he will have an affair with a married man and it will end terribly with almost ruining his life but that’s a subplot

i’m torn also between life long friend alex who has returned from trying to make it off on his own and now needs a pal… and alex who just arrived in town and needs a pal…

tw // suicide ??? suicidal thoughts

i think also at some point he will try to k*ll himself bcs that’s what happens in gay cowboy stories :/ but i think he will have a happy ending eventually him and alex on the homestead with their dog and two cats

#gay cowboy george russell #sorry i’m just like insane #george/alex #sigh i wish i coukd write and was not ill #tw suicidal thoughts #this is nikki’s fault for posting that grussell cowboy hat photo #he’s HAPPY he’s CONTENT he wants to DIE #feel free to chime off in the comments #mine

[pipitwrites]

17 🥰

“roll with me” by charli xcx. a little galex as a treat <3

George has been lost by himself for the last hour, clutching the half drunk beer in his hand for a sense of purpose as he makes his way through the crowded frat house. Alex had become quickly enmeshed with some of the other Thai students at the international students’ orientation and had disappeared with them about five minutes after they had managed to slip into what has so far been a depressingly plebeian den of iniquity.

Somehow, when George had pictured his bright college years, he had expected a bit more sophistication like in his dad’s stories about secret societies and political debate clubs. He’d also expected it to be him at Alex’s side while Alex made disdainful comments about the American drinking age.

“Georgie!” Alex’s face is flushed as he comes up behind George and ends up leaning heavily on George’s shoulder, mouth shiny and wet. George thinks a bit meanly that he looks exactly like every wasted frat boy he’s ever mocked, but the thought slips away when Alex presses impossibly closer into George. “Let’s get out of here,” he says, lips brushing against George’s hair, and all George can do is nod, heart caught in his throat.

#gr63 #aa23 #george/alex #my fic #f1 fic #spotify wrapped 2022 meme #boxboxlewis #sorry they're horrible ivy league kids because i know nothing about the british university system sdklfjljg #galex #replies

[boxboxlewis]

George calls Alex as soon as he gets back from touring the Mercedes factory. It's nice, being able to talk to him about work stuff again, now that it's confirmed he'll be back in F1 for next year. Before, when he was out in the cold, it just felt like boasting.

"Hi," Alex says, "one minute, I just—Chloe, can you—I'm on the phone! No, you tell mum. Yes, fine, once I'm off the phone." There's a muffled crackling sound, and then, "Sorry, mate. Chloe's having a TikTok crisis. I think, I don't really know what that means." He sounds fond; always does when he talks about his family. It makes George feel vaguely guilty, like maybe he should try to love his own siblings more. "So, how was Brackley? Did Toto make you do freaky sex shit to like, seal your contract?"

George has to laugh. "Mate, why are you always so into the idea of Toto and freaky sex shit?"

"He's a very handsome man, Georgie! Plus you know I have a thing for guys who are taller than me."

George is lying on his sofa, spine curving into the cushions. He stretches his back out, rolls his head from side to side. He's shorter than Alex: not much. Just enough to count. "Yeah, right, well. Sadly for you and your pervert dreams there was no freaky sex shit at the Mercedes factory today."

"Well, that's unfortunate. Maybe get your top off next time and see what happens."

George ignores this. "I did have, like. Kind of a weird interaction with Lewis?"

"Ooh, really? I thought you said he's been really chill."

"Yeah, he has. He just. We like, went for a walk around the factory together, just the two of us, and he got like, really intense. And you know how his voice is really soft? So I was like, straining to hear him. And he was like"—George puts on a Sir Lewis Hamilton voice, which mostly involves speaking very quietly with an American accent—"he was like, 'George, I want you to know that on this team, it's not a dick-measuring contest, ok, man?' And I was like yeah, yeah of course, got it, sir yes sir, you know. And Lewis kind of nodded at me and then his voice got even softer and he said, 'It's not a dick-measuring contest because I have the biggest dick. Just remember that, man.'"

Alex bursts out laughing. "No fucking way did he say that, mate."

"He did! I swear he did!"

"Woooooooow." There's a contemplative pause, and then Alex adds, "Did you show him your dick? Like, to confirm."

"Crikey, Alex! No, I did not show him my dick."

"Mm, well." Alex's voice shifts a little lower. "That's a shame. It might not be winning any size contests, but it's very cute."

George scrunches his eyes shut and wishes devoutly that hearing Alex refer to his dick as "very cute" didn't do anything for him. "Alex. Mate. You can't, like, neg my dick."

"I think you'll find I very much can." A pause; the sound of them both breathing. "Are you touching yourself right now?"

"No." Not really a lie; George has the heel of his palm pressed against himself where he's just started to chub up in his jeans but he's not, like, jerking off.

"You should."

George is fumbling with his fly even as he says, "I thought—you said—you said we shouldn't do this anymore."

Alex's sex voice is silkier than his usual voice. Harder. Meaner. It's embarrassing, how much George likes it; Alex has told him as much before. Alex says, "Maybe I said that, but I've changed my mind, all right? Are you touching yourself yet?"

"Yes."

"Good. Are you thinking about Lewis? Imagining him watching you?"

"No, I—" I only want to think about you, George thinks, and just barely has enough presence of mind not to say.

"Well, maybe you should. Hurry up, will you? I haven't got all day."

It's knowing Alex is listening that does it for him, knowing that Alex is waiting for him, that he's thinking about what George is doing, that he's picturing it, thinking about George, thinking about George's cock—it's not very long before George comes all over his fist with a gasp, and slumps back on the sofa.

"Good boy," Alex says, and he's mocking George, of course, his voice blasé and dismissive, but there's enough genuine affection underneath that George shudders with it.

He wipes his hand off on his jeans and says, "Can we. Can we do that again, sometime—I could come to Oxfordshire, or—"

Alex says, "Georgie, don't be greedy," and he's back to his normal voice again; George can tell he's smiling. "Tell me about the rest of your day."

#gr63 #aa23 #my hobby: making george russell pine like a fucking forest #george/alex #lh44 #is also in this one i guess #still working on alex's voice tbh #george is bizarrely easier #a special boy! #my fic #will i ever type george correctly on the first try or will it always be geroge #galex

[effervescentdragon]

Clouds, Changing Shapes, a mini-fic for #geochalexweek 

i caved, this is the last of my brainrot for now, i have exam week coming up. the picture is from this post by Jo <3 aka @livetogether--diealone . great thanks to CHem @c2stan for sending me references, and to @albertparkgp for running the event which inspired me to write when i should be studying. working title from “leap of faith” by cristopher. 

anways, this is george/alex established relationship, implied george/alex/charles endgame, some polyamory negotiations or more like discussions, and thats about it :) id rate it t, except mentions of some horniness bcs have you seen charles? anyways, let me know what you guys (gn) think! 

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Alex watches Charles shake hands with someone or other in McLaren gear; probably an engineer or someone who used to work for Ferrari. Or maybe not; maybe it’s someone from F2, someone Alex should maybe also know, but he doesn’t. Or perhaps it’s nobody like that, maybe it’s someone Charles knows from Monaco, or from France, or from somewhere else. Charles knows so many people, and even more people know Charles, and he smiles and greets them all, and his dimples rarely show. In fact, Alex knows they only show when he’s genuinely pleased to see someone (they always show when he sees Alex for the first time on any given day) because he, well, he watched, and he observed, and he figured it out.  

“You’re staring, Alexander,” George says in a low voice. Alex never gets tired of the way his full name sounds in George’s posh accent.  “You should put on your sunglasses, at least.”

“Fuck you, Georgie,” Alex says as he fiddles with his sunglasses, putting them on, because he knows George is right. “As if you’re not staring too.”

“Oh, I am,” George says with a Sphynx smile. “But I know how to be subtle about it.”

Alex rolls his eyes.

“Yes. Mister Subtlety, you are.”

“More subtlety than you, at least.”

Alex bites his lip to prevent himself from answering, because it’s neither the time nor the place. They’re in the middle of the paddock, and there’s a million cameras trained on all of them, but he can’t help where his thoughts take him, because there’s nothing else to do, they’re just waiting for the driver’s parade to start, and George is by Alex’s side and will tell him if there’s something he needs to pay attention to.

The fact is, they’d talked about it. They both knew, even before they sat down to actually speak of it, because they knew each other too well not to know already. So when George sat down next to Alex on their bed and said (and of course it was George who said it first, of course it was, because George was fearless and determined and Alex loved him more than he thought possible, because Alex could, would never be that brave, and that was his biggest regret) in that controlled voice of his “I think we need to talk about Charles”, Alex felt like he was drowning and like a weight was lifted off his chest simultaneously. 

Alex couldn’t say anything at first, the lump in his throat preventing him from even making a sound of assent. But George, well, George took Alex’s hand in his to ground him, because he knew Alex needed grounding, because he knew Alex, and he said “It’s okay, love. It’s okay. I want him too,” and he just sat there and let Alex breathe and twined their fingers together until Alex found his voice again. 

“I love you,” was the first thing Alex said, staring into George’s eyes with all the intensity he could muster, because he couldn’t bear George not knowing, not understanding, not believing that Alex loved him completely, more than anything, more than he knew what to do with sometimes. 

“I know,” George said with a smile, and there was nothing in his voice or in his eyes that wasn’t completely honest. “I know. And I love you, Alex, always,” he said and kissed Alex’s hand. “But I- with Charles, I don’t know how to explain it, but I know you can - I know you feel it too.”

Alex shuffled closer to George then, because he needed the solid reassurance of George’s body against his. He’d always needed it, even when they were younger, when they were just kids, even though George was younger than Alex and maybe it should’ve been Alex who held George, Alex who was supposed to be the immovable rock in their relationship, but it didn’t quite work like that for them. George always had the calmness and the steadiness that Alex only attained with some deep introspection and years of meditation. 

It worked for them perfectly, this dynamic. But introducing someone else into it, it was - risky, and exciting, and most of all terrifying. “How was that going to work? If Charles was interested at all, of course, how would it work? How could it work?” Alex had asked George then, and George took a moment to think on the question, never one to answer a serious inquiry offhandedly without giving it proper thought. 

“He wants us,” George had said solidly. “You know he does, you’ve seen it, seen how he is, how he looks at us, how he acts,” he’d said. “And I thought at first he only wanted you,” and Alex tried to reassure him, feeling guilty because I thought so too, but George only smiled and put his finger on Alex’s lips. “I know, it’s okay. And I think it may have been like that in the beginning, but not anymore.”

“He looks at you,” Alex had blurted out. “He looks at you sometimes, like in Australia, on the podium, and then in Monaco,” he trailed off, biting his lip. “He spends more time with me, but I think,” he took a deep breath. George’s fingers squeezed his, and Alex had a feeling George knew what he was going to say, but he knew he had to say it anyway. For his own sake. 

“I think he doesn’t dare let himself go with you because you’re in direct competition,” Alex had said. George only nodded, pleased Alex figured it out.

“Yes. He was the same way with you in F2, except now the stakes are higher, and the quantity of cameras on us are exponentially higher,” he said, and Alex - blanched. George’s smile was knowing, and he waited until Alex wrapped his head around that, because it actually never crossed his mind. 

He remembered then, how it was in F2 and even in F3, how, retrospectively, irrationally jealous Alex had gotten when he saw George and Charles spend time together, how it was in fact one of those times that prompted Alex to act on his feelings on George, how he was brave for the first time in his life when he decided to kiss George one night after a race. (After George had won and Charles had kissed both of his cheeks and Alex had thought he was going to kiss George on the lips and he couldn’t take it for more reasons than he’d ever allowed himself to think about.)

He’d groaned then, and George laughed and asked “You’re thinking about our first kiss, aren’t you?” and Alex had groaned again, and George’s voice was so inexplicably fond when he’d said “I think he was always there, but it was never the right time,” and Alex had bit his lip, again, and asked “And you think it’s time now?” and George had nodded decisively and said “I care for him,” and Alex had said “Me too”. 

And then they’d talked about everything until they’ve exhausted the topic, about the logistics (You’re not making a powerpoint! - A small one, I won’t even put references in it? - No!) and their approach (Geochalex Agenda sounds like a Google Maps Feature. - Why aren’t you using Apple? - It’s a principle thing! - You have ‘William’ in your name, you don’t get to speak of principles. - You’re British too! - And Thai. Your people colonized mine. - Oh, shut up, that’s always your argument about anything! - It’s the most valid one, you colonizer!), and their fears (I love you, I’ll always love you. - You’re my best friend. That won’t change. - Never.) 

And now Alex is looking at Charles charming everyone in his vicinity as they wait for the drivers’ parade and can’t help thinking about how beautiful he is. How kissable his lips are. How his muscles look in that god awful Ferrari T-shirt.

“You cannot get aroused before the parade, Alexander,” George leans to whisper in his ear, the bastard, not helping matters at all by using Alex’s full name. “Oh, look. He’s coming over,” he says in a wicked tone, then raises his voice. “Charles! Come here!”

Charles spots them then, and smiles, and his dimples show as his eyes dart between them both, and Alex, foolishly, feels reassured by that fact alone. Charles says goodbye to the people around him, always polite, and makes his way over to them.

“George, Alex,” he says, and Alex loves his accent a lot. “Why are you both wearing sunglasses?”

“To be able to watch pretty boys without being obvious about it,” George says, like he’s discussing the bloody weather, and Alex stops breathing. Fuck, he thinks as he leans on the fence for support. Fuck, Georgie, what are you doing?

Charles’ face scrunches up, and he doesn’t say anything, staring at George, whose face is still graced with that easy smile. Alex thinks he may die right then and there. Charles must see something in George’s eyes then, standing close enough to see them behind the lenses, because his smile turns understanding and a tad wicked.

“Oh? Smart move,” he says, and the twist of his lips makes Alex’s heart beat faster. “I do the same, like in Monaco,” he says, and turns to Alex, and his eyes are filled with understanding and, unless Alex is hallucinating, arousal. He swallows the lump in his throat, and in what he will later describe as a moment of insanity, decides to stop being a complete coward.

“We’ll be in Monaco next week,” Alex stammers out. Charles looks quickly at George, who is still smiling widely, perfect teeth on display. “We’d - we’d like to see you.”

Charles’ eyes flash for a second, in confusion, then hope. He swallows, and Alex can’t stop looking at his Adam’s apple, and thinking about how it would feel to have it under his lips. When he speaks, his voice is soft but steady, and full of feelings.

“Like a date?”

Charles cuts right to the point, and that makes Alex want to laugh, because he was always like that. Always going for the gap, never backing off. Always brave, always beautiful, always going for the things he wanted. It makes Alex want to be brave, too. 

George moves closer to Alex unobtrusively, but doesn’t speak. Alex knows Georgie is proud of him, and is letting him take the reins, because Alex is the one who is more scared of the two of them. We know each other so well, Alex thinks. And we may get to know Charles in the same way too, he thinks, and that thought gives him the final push.

“Yes,” he says. “Exactly.”

Charles’ smile is ethereal, and his dimples seem a permanent fixture. Alex can’t wait to kiss them. He can’t wait to see George kiss them. 

“I’d like that,” he says, and there is some shyness in his voice that just makes Alex think he’s adorable. “I’d like that very much.”

“So would we,” George says, and reaches to flick at Charles’ Ferrari cap, and Charles bats his hand away and then they’re all laughing, all three of them in sync, and Alex thinks I think this will work; I think we can have this, and he smiles and turns his head towards the sunshine. 

#geochalexweek #my writing #george/alex/charles #george/alex #f1 rpf #geochalex #effervescentdragonwrites #let me know what you think PLEASE THANK #tinkerbelling all over #galex