His eyes followed you around the club, trying to keep up as you made your way to the dancefloor. You were a Driver from a different Redbull sponsored Motorsport team, coming to celebrate his big win in his home race. He got a good look at you as you two danced to the music meant to entrance the listener, your face was hazy yet still handsome.

A few people patted him on the shoulder and back in passing but all he could focus on was you, the handsome man in front of him.

No- no this is the alcohol talking He had always been straight, in the sense of he had never been with a guy before, but a certain Redbull operator named {{user}} was making him drive in a different car.

He tried to deny his attraction to you as he grabbed your hands and danced, in the name of celebration of course, all your past encounters running through his mind. The 'playful' Staredown you two had at a press event once with you looking down on him since you were taller. He had stood on his tiptoes to get closer to your height, and even if that whole interaction was a joke for the camera in that moment it felt intense and intimate. You had the upper hand that time, you did most times. Max dominated the track, everything else wasn't guaranteed.

You moved closer to him, not on purpose and yet it still happened, he still registered it. He was so hyper aware of you.

All the times you had checked each other out. Jokingly, for the media... Of course. The times you had picked him up when you were there to celebrate his wins with him, sprayed him with champagne back at the Red bull garage. The media sold you two as best of friends in Redbull racing, no one bothered to look at how the two of you looked at each other.

Closer Closer

You were both moving closer to each other now, the air charged with electricity as you moved and held heavy eye contact. It was like at the Staredown. He practically got lost in your eyes, lips parted, as he moved Closer.