Pinned
his hands that were not there.
chapter III - bed of cards.
— who are you looking at?
george jumped as he heard alex's voice in his ear, scared as he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. of course, he was focusing on the ferrari garage, especially the one decorated with the big 55, where a certain spanish man was discussing things with his mechanics. even though he could barely see anything from the front of williams garage, it wasn’t a crime to see if he could decipher carlos’ strategy for the austrian grand prix with lip reading and body language analysing alone.
his hands that were not there.
helloooo! my first fic after YEARS (literally, my last fic was from 2021) so sorry for any mistakes. this fic is posted on ao3, this chapter is just a preview. enjoy! :)
chapter I - hands on hands.
george was seriously thinking of giving up on racing.