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23 Jun 2026
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“You weren’t expecting me?”, Jannik asks, stepping forward. The room is dimly lit by the bedside lamp, the cozy glow making Carlos look soft and innocent. He moves back, the heels of his feet now touching the fluffy carpet, and Jannik takes another step in his direction. There is still too much space between them.
“It’s late”, Carlos mutters. “I was in bed already.”
“Were you asleep?”, Jannik asks, taking another step. Their chests are nearly touching and Carlos has to look up to maintain eye contact.
Carlos shakes his head. His eyes shimmer with something indescribable. “No”, he whispers. He lowers his head and confesses, “I couldn’t sleep.”
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- Part 2 of clay in your hair
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15 Jun 2026
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“I’m George,” the guy – George – says, not offering a hand. “Nice weather out here, don’t know how you race like this.”
Max is busy staring at the pearly whites blinding him. There’s no way this guy hasn’t had work done. Lips like those, plump and pouty, would probably burst if Max bit on them. The paddock has become a cesspool of influencers and celebrities since Netflix came in with their cameras, but it still rubs Max the wrong way, how they prance around knowing nothing about racing and offering their inane opinions.
“It’s fine,” he dismisses, gripping the ball. “I’m good at what I do.”
“I’m sure you are,” George says, flashing another cookie-cutter smile. “Good luck on Sunday, then.”
alternatively, max learns that loving a man doesn't have to be painful
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19 May 2026
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So many nights he has lain in bed, hand stroking his cock, and thought of Carlos Alcaraz. So many times he has come biting his lip, just so he wouldn’t gasp out his name.
Jannik takes off his sweats. He closes his eyes and caresses his bare thighs. He doesn’t have to put much effort into imagining the hands that are touching him belong to Carlos. Jannik’s palms are just as calloused from holding racquets, just as strong.
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- Part 1 of clay in your hair
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16 May 2026
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The moment the ball hits the court, fitting perfectly inside the lines, Jannik freezes.
He sees him fall to the ground on the other side of the net. He buries his face in his hands, smiling blindingly. When he gets up, there is clay all over his kit, clinging to his back and legs.
There’s clay all over Jannik’s hands too. He feels sick when he glances at his palms. Disbelief mixes with resentment in his stomach and Jannik thinks he’s going to throw up.
Yet, he somehow drags himself to Alcaraz, congratulating him robotically. He can’t stand to look at him, the triumph on his face making Jannik feel angry. Furious, even. He grips Alcaraz’s hand tighter than he probably should, his knuckles whitening. The other man doesn’t wince, though. He only smirks at Jannik, victorious. “Great match”, Alcaraz says to him perfectly politely. But there is a malicious glint in his eyes, Jannik swears he sees it.
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- Part 1 of (to become) one of the greats
Bookmarked by xiaomydear
28 Apr 2026