Thinking of doing something ambitious, making summer dividers from requests! Drop divider suggestions (colors, aesthetics, objects, etc.) in my askbox or PMs until June 6th, Sunday night (11 pm-ish) your local time, and I’ll post as many of your requests as I can as a set in another post!
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I won’t be taking NSFW requests unfortunately. Absolutely lmk if you want to be credited for the idea!
maxiel in perth deepthroat & beer bong woof woof ty for my delulu daydream material today have a good one!
I still don't have the strength or fortitude to write this but some more thoughts just for you anon ❤️
Ok so obviously it's set during this trip
Wish I knew when this was but I scrolled all the way back to find it and then cropped out the date. But whatever let's say it's 2018, and Max is like 21, and like Daniel's spent two years talking to Max about Perth and the farm and his friends back home, and at one point when they were drunk and Max was telling him how that sounded so fun, it seems like it would be so nice there, maybe after the next gp Max will stay in the country for a week and explore more than just the race track haha, Daniel said Max could stay at the farm and hang out with him and his friends, not thinking and barely meaning it, but obviously Max immediately said yes, and three months later or whatever before the season starts, he texts Daniel like, can I still stay with you before the race or after.
can you believe how long that sentence was
And so then it's dorky, twinky, undersocialized, too-much Max spending a week with Daniel and his back home friends while they like, ride dirt bikes and play beer darts and things.
The whole time Daniel can't relax, can't stop noticing Max and wondering if he's having fun or what he's thinking, or worrying about whether Daniel's friends are annoyed with him or think he's weird and it's weird that Daniel brought him. Max isn't even like, that loud all the time or anything. He laughs at Daniel's jokes more than anyone else, but when they're sitting around the fire late at night and a couple of Daniel's buddies are playing guitar, Max will just sit there quiet and calm for hours, his hairy, pale knees spread out and pressed against the edges of his camp chair, zoning out onto the fire.
Obviously Max is like having the best week of his young gay life. He's around Daniel so much, and he has all these memories and inside jokes with Daniel that none of Daniel's friends from here do. When they tell stories about Daniel breaking his arm when he was 14, Max can tell about Daniel getting too high at a club in Japan and Max having to help him back to the hotel and tuck him in. Or when they talk about how Daniel used to get so upset when he lost when they played sports in school, Max can tell about when Daniel punched a hole between their two driver rooms. Obviously everything Max says is like so weird and strange and comes across so rude and Daniel's so embarrassed but also like, can't help but feel a little cocky, the way Max so obviously wants to, like, have a claim on Daniel too. (Imagine an au where this is a/b/o too wow.)
And also Max is so horny all week! Daniel constantly shirtless in swim shorts, his head and shoulders peaking out over the top of the outdoor shower, Max thinking about how he's so close and naked and wet and warm from the sun and the water. He can't stop staring at Daniel's huge heavy dick and balls in his shorts when he gets out of the pool or adjusts himself on a camp chair or does yoga in the morning. He makes the sheets in Daniel's guest room gross, because he keeps jerking off in them at night and coming too fast and hard to catch it in his hand.
And THEN ok finally the titular beer bong moment, when they play beer darts, Max is sitting across the circle from Daniel, obviously he throws his dart at Daniel's can every single time like literally no one else exists to him. They're both drunk, flushed and sweaty and happy, and Max's can gets hit and someone brings the beer bong over to him, everyone laughing. Daniel thinks for a second how young Max obviously is to all of them, how he's like, so European even though that's never a thing Daniel thought before they got here. And then Max is wrapping his fat lips around the little nozzle, his thin, deft fingers opening the valve, his chin tipping up. His adam's apple bobs once, and then not again, and whoever is holding the funnel for him says something. Daniel can't make his mind catch on it except to hear the word throat. He looks at the clear tube, and watches the line of liquid sink down it, smooth and unbroken. When Max pulls back his lips are wet, dark pink, dripping with a little white foam.
Daniel has to get up and walk away, pretend to go piss on a tree so he can squeeze his dick a little. He thinks about it literally every day for months, and then he finally asks Max, both of them drunk, Daniel's Renault contract waiting for him back at the hotel, do you suck dick ever?
