i cannot stop thinking about puppyboy liam and it’s all your fault! so now i write after four months.. and it’s bad
speak — puppyboy!lawstappen
four months since max first handed liam a headband with dog ears and a harness.
three months since max gifted him a belt with a tail to match the ears.
two since liam was given a necklace with a dog tag with ‘liam’ engraved into the bone shape.
one month since he fully dedicated himself to max and this twisted fantasy the had thrown themselves into.
liam quickly found that he didn’t mind the degradation that came with dressing up as a fucking dog for his much older teammate. there was something slightly freeing about wearing ears and a tail and doing as he was told. let him turn his brain off.
and it was so unbelievably hot. turned liam on more than anything in his life had before.
liam blinked and looked at max who was partially asleep next to him in the bed, eyes heavy as he inched closer to sleep with each passing second. his bare chest rose up and down slowly, a bite mark forming over one of his pectorals. liam smiled knowing he had been throne to leave the mark.
carefully, he traced his fingers down max’s sternum, between his breasts. max stirred, drawing in a quick startled breath followed by his eyes slowly opening. his eyes were heavy with exhaustion, liam always liked it most when max was utterly spent after trying to keep up with liam’s stamina in bed.
still mostly naked expect for the belt around his waist, headband over his hair, and socks, liam climbed onto max’s lap over the blanket, thighs on either side of max’s own.
sitting here like this, liam found himself less inclined to acting as human as he should. with the puppy accessories, he felt like an entirely different person, too bold.
max rubbed his eyes a few times before setting a hand on liam’s head between the ears, scratching his scalp. liam responded with a crooked smile and a puff similar to a dogs pant.
“not enough?” max asked, in disbelief as he propped himself up on the pillows more to watch liam slightly rut himself against max through the blanket.
liam shook his head and max smiled wider, eyes drifting down as each of liam’s hands land on one of max’s pectorals, squeezing then running over the bite marks he’d left. “never.” liam hummed, readjusting his hips.
it didn’t shock max. liam was insatiable. in bed, their four year age difference felt like a millennium.
“dogs don’t speak english, do they?” max teased. every day he found himself slipping into this role easier each time.
liam quickly shook his head. of course they didn’t! how silly was he to not do what he was meant to. apologetically, he shook his ass over max a little.
one of max’s hands grab his ass and squeeze a cheek. it was clear he’d been working on the lower half of his body lately.
“you want it?” max asked, teasing, still kneading liam’s ass. liam frantically nodded with a sound similar to a dog growing, “bark like it.” max’s voice was now cold, serious. he meant it.
and liam didn’t mind it.
he did as he was told, a sound coming out of his mouth. a bark, really. not something small like a chihuahua, but the bark you’d expect from a rottweiler. in his excitement, he jumped up with each bark, pushing his hands into max’s chest.
“good boy.” max responded, giving liam another squeeze at the same time he scratched his head. he couldn’t decide if liam’s folded ears that matched his sandy hair perfectly or his ever growing erection on top of the blankets was worth looking at.
max was spent, but not spent enough to give liam what he wanted.
it was more the safe to say that max would be aching for their team workout in the morning.
— “Door is broken. Not open from inside. Use mine.” Ilya offered innocently, gesturing to the driver side door that Hollander would have to climb over him to get to.
Shane made a frustrated sound but did it anyway, making sure his phone and wallet were in his pocket as he climbed over the center counsel and then tried to get to the door.
Only he landed right on Rozanov’s lap and a hand met his hip, holding him in place. —
✎ summary - Exchange student Ilya Rozanov comes to the University of Alberta and meets team captain Shane Hollander. Rozanov is a bad influence, he’s obsessed, Hollander is confused, and eventually, he has to go back to Russia.
i present the worlds first malex edit (blurb below the cut)
“you’re hiding.” max spoke quietly, his teenage voice heavy with an accent.
alex shakes his head and bites his lip, hard, to stop himself from crying then and there. his arms are crossed tightly over his chest, trying to close himself off and shrink away.
max watches him with sad eyes that couldn’t quite understand alex. not in the way he wanted to. alex wasn’t easy like that.
the spaniard sighs. “i’m an open box,” there’s a pause as he swallows down tears. “maybe you’re not looking.”
in three quick strides, max is in front of alex so they are face to face. “i am fucking seeing, alex. i am!” he argues.
alex, again, shakes his head.
“you don’t understand. why don’t you understand? are you even trying, alex?” max says, throwing his arms in the air as if alex is some sort of mad man. that’s what he seems like to max right now.
“maybe i don’t want to.” alex defends, refusing to look into max’s eyes.
max freaks out.
maybe he wouldn’t if it wasn’t this situation.
but this wasn’t any situation.
it would determine the rest of their lives.
“do you want me? want us?” max asks, quiet now as he pushes down his anger. “because you’re going to have to understand if you want us.”
alex doesn’t know what to say anymore. he knows how important this is not only to max, but to himself as well.
because soon they won’t just be upcoming prospects in junior categories. ones who’s activities and relationships weren’t closely monitored by the media.
no. it was 2015 and soon max would go to formula one. alex had known for a long time. and soon alex would be making the move from moto3 to moto2. though that wasn’t as prestigious as formula one, he was still climbing to the top.
“i do want you.” alex’s quite voice mutters, daring to speak. “but i..” he trails off.
“but what?” max croaks, hesitating on taking alex’s hand into his own.
for a third time, alex’s head swings back and forth. “marc doesn’t know about this.” he breathes.
max knew what that meant. marc was everything, he was it all. if marc didn’t know, then no one did.
alex was already under the pressure. marc had already began the starts of what would be a fruitful career, one for the history books. he had done all of that before alex even made it to the premier class, and he had a lot to live up to.
did he want to be the gay one? the one to be laughed at and ridiculed?
“you know how complicated this is.” alex reminds max, who nods. “maybe that’s why it’s good.” max responds.
and alex just looks at him. he doesn’t understand how the complexity of their affair could be anything good. was it good?
though the distance between alex and max was already less than an arms length, maybe a forearm, alex takes a step forward. their hands brush together now.
max watches as alex takes his hands to max’s face, then pulls their faces together.
the kiss is gentle and understanding. max’s lips find alex’s in a way that is so practiced it’s become second nature.
max’s hands come to alex’s waist as he pulls them fuller together, then presses alex against the wall of the garage. holding him there. just in case he runs away.
just for this moment, it might work out. max knows it will. alex has his doubts.
alex breathes, maybe disappointed, as max breaks the kiss. a string of saliva connect the both of their lips for a moment before it falls.
“i want to love you.” alex says, then rushes out the next words. “and i do! i love you lots, you know that. but is this worth it?”
“i think so.” max nods. alex nods too.
.
two weeks later, max debuts in formula one after replacing the previous toro rosso driver. this was the start of his career.
following max’s debut, he announces something that’ll forever be more important than racing, than winning.
that thing was he and alex.
to no one’s shock, the first person to congratulate the young racing couple was marc marquez.
max was in malaysia, where he would later score his first career points, breaking records in just a few races.
alex was sitting on the edge of marc’s bed. the older brother had an arm slung around his little brothers shoulders.
“are you mad?” alex sniffles quietly. “i know you said you weren’t. but i feel like you are.”
marc laughs in spite of himself, a quite sound that only said how silly it was for alex to think that. “how could i?” he smiles, looking at alex.
because once he was nineteen years old, and once he knew what it felt like to struggle the way alex did.
“i see you, alex. and i always will.” marc assures. “you will be everything i never was. and the first thing is brave.”
brave.
alex smiles softly, wiping his eyes. it’s silly to cry.
how could he be upset? he’s on his way to the premier class, to be a legend. he has the best brother in the world and the most supportive boyfriend ever.
✎ summary - in alex’s routine of visiting marc day in and day out in the hospital, he meets a nice nurse. marc is released from the hospital and the brothers learn normal life once more. meanwhile, alex finds himself sick more and more often.
ღ tags - sick fic, hospital, injuries, major character death, major character injury, cancer
ꕥ a/n - sorry this is short, i wanted to focus more on the next part and have it be as separate chapter
✎ summary - pierre and max’s secret relationship had been going astray for some months now, but max finally does the unthinkable and leaves pierre as a new person.
ღ tags - rape, anal sex, trauma, (failed) safe-word use, no beta, dead dove: do not eat
things i’m working on for the mass of people who totally care
- chapter three of “paper bags drift wherever the wind blows” (marc&alex sickfic)
- part 2 of “when we were almost three” (lawjar abortion fic…)
- norstappen secret relationship fic “fireball is almost burns as much as you”
- norpinto first interaction to first kiss “take my colapant’s off” (corny title i know but the first time lando met franco was in iracing after franco nearly took him out and he said “who’s this? franco colapanto?”)
