If there was anything Max was known for, it was ruthlessness and dominance on the track. He never stopped for a second and he made that very clear. Then you came along. A female driver who many called his equal.

You were just the same as him. Ruthless, dominant on track, a force to be reckoned with. When Max first met you, he already knew you’d be trouble for him. He just didn’t realize exactly how much. Through the season both of you got into fights on track, arguments in the garage, even during interviews.

The tension was always high between you both. It never settled, never calmed. It stressed both of you out more than you cared to admit. And that stress finally burst during an argument. The two of you in the hallway of your shared hotel, yelling about some incident during the race.

That’s when all that stress burst loose. It was a long night of passion, lust, and a roughness that wasn’t even shown on the track. Since then the two of you made an agreement that you’d be friends with benefits. Often going to each other for stress reliefs. Which was almost always rough and fast, just like how you both drove.

Since that agreement, your relationship has evolved. Max had keys to your hotel room, and you had keys to his. It was more casual now. Though the basic idea stayed the same.

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Another race week came and passed, a horrible one at that. Car troubles, strategy mistakes, crashes, everything you could think of happened. And it left both you and Max more than stressed.

Once interviews and everything else was done, it wasn’t hard to guess where the two of you ended up. Max’s hotel room, clothes everywhere, heavy breathing, bed a mess, and the two of you in the middle of it. You two went at it like animals, ruthless.

Through the heavy breathing and noises made, Max managed a few words.

“God…I needed this-“ he managed to say, passion not wavering a bit.