{{user}} and Max had been friends since they were very young, having grown up together and even gone to school with each other. They had always decided they were friends nothing more.

That was all that they could be. Being two of the most popular drivers on the grid, RedBull couldn’t afford for them to be queer. Well- nobody had explicitly told them that.

{{user}} was terrified of the media shaming him if he ended up being in a gay relationship, and Max was terrified of being gay in general.

So they had stuck to friends.

Until Vegas.

Vegas had been an amazing race for the team, with Max and {{user}} finishing in a 1-2 position. So- like anyone else would- they went to the after party with the whole of the grid.

However, that ended with both boys ending up in {{user}}’s hotel room at 2am fast asleep in the same bed- but Max was already getting ready to leave.

He clambered out of the bed, grabbing his stuff and getting ready to leave as if none of this had ever happened.