#ferrucci

[nico-di-genova]

Boyfriend teammates

[didoofcarthage]

Julius Caesar by Andrea di Pietro di Marco Ferrucci 

Italian (from Florence), c. 1512-1514

marble

Metropolitan Museum of Art

[raapija]

Off Track and Gay Rights!! 🏳️‍🌈🫶

The captions are a bit off bc they're ai generated, and they turned ferrucci into "fruit cheese" which is killing me 💀

(thanks @nico-di-genova for the time stamp 💚)

[hrhrg]

Fuck rivalry discourse who's winning the IndyCar freak off

[rosenqvists]

INDYCAR DRIVERS AS VINES PART 2!!!!

i needed to make something to bring up my mood after iowa race 2, so i give this as a gift to indyblr! again i promise actual edits are coming soon but i have been watching so many old vine compliations and i absolutely needed to make myself laugh!!!

[triplefrontierbabe]

Insane Motorsport text posts pt 3

part one | part two

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[i-am-church-the-cat]

ferrucci shut the fuck up challenge

"Fucking Ferrucci."

Kyle drops his bag on the floor and follows it's descent down onto the bed, only to be prodded out of it by Colton. He grumbles but allows himself to be herded towards the tiny bathroom.

"Fucking Ferrucci," Colton agrees, handing him a change of clothes before shutting the door on him. Kyle can hear everything the man does on the other side of the door and he allows the flimsy material to prop him up as he listens. Kyle hears him clatter around the kitchen to make their typical pre-race dinner of Aldi's chicken alfredo. The familiar sounds lull his eyelids to droop back down.

The banging on the door has him jolting back into action, yelling something unintelligible back at his teammate. Colton's unsympathetic laughter is the last thing Kyle hears before he slips under the spray.

He has a few texts waiting for him when he gets out of the bathroom, including one a few hours ago from Logan. It's nearly 3AM in Zandvoort but the time stamp is from right after Kyle got out of the car. He texts him and his mom back before shutting his phone off again.

The motorhome is as tiny as always and Kyle ends up pressed up against Colton's side, peering over his shoulder to watch him cook. The younger man's elbow digs into Kyle's stomach every time he stirs the heating pasta, but Kyle remains where he is until Colton tries to swat at his head with the spatula. Then he's laughing and moving back towards the couch.

There was no need for the pull out couch over summer break, obviously, but Colton still hasn't pulled it out since races started again. Kyle tries not to think about the arm around his waist and the head tucked into his shoulder that's the reason for that because then he'll want to talk about it and Colton has been very clear about Not Talking About It. So he sinks back into the couch and watches Colton silently, enjoying the rare moments during the race weekend when they're left alone.

The quiet stretches until, "I can feel you watching me."

Kyle feels the grin stretch across his face and he's sure Colton knows it's there even if his hasn't turned around. "I'm not trying to hide it."

Colton fills two bowls and turns towards him. Kyle grins harder seeing the tinge of pink on his face and Colton frowns deeper in response. "Just eat your dinner," he tells him, shoving a bowl into his hands before sitting down next to him. They're pressed from shoulder to hip so Kyle isn't worried about him actually being upset.

"Thanks," Kyle hums and digs in, ravenous now that he's been given permission to think about his hunger. They're quiet again except for the sound of their chewing and the movement of people outside the RV. Colton's motorhome feels so private sometimes that Kyle forgets that they're not that cutoff from the outside world. Definitely not enough to do anything more than sleep in the same bed, even if Kyle's thought's on the subject have tripled in these last few weeks.

"So," Colton starts, breaking Kyle from his revery. "Ferrucci. Think you can take him out for me tomorrow?"

Kyle snorts and sinks deeper into the couch - and even more into Colton. "Sure. You know the only thing I like more than you finishing first is you finishing second behind me."

It's supposed to be a joke, it is a joke, but it comes out a little more suggestive than he means it to. Colton looks down at him and suddenly his smile feels less genuine. He goes to look away, laugh it off, but Colton is already speaking.

"Alright," Colton hums. "You win tomorrow. I'll finish second."

"Yeah?" Kyle whispers, somewhere between shock and awe.

"Only seems fair." Colton's smile ticks up on one side. "You did it for me."

"Sixth and tenth are a little different than first and second," Kyle points out, ignoring how short-of-breath he sounds.

"You can do it," Colton says confidently. It sounds less like encouragment and more like a demand. Before Kyle can think of what to say, the weight against his side is gone. Colton grabs their bowls and leaves Kyle floundering in his wake.

—

"Ferrucci needs to learn to shut his fucking mouth."

Kyle laughs as he hits the bed, the sound muffled when Colton lands on top of him and covers Kyle's mouth with his own. He tastes like champagne and Kyle wants to suck it off his tongue. And every other place Kyle had drenched on the podium today.

Of course, Ferrucci had shit to say about how Kyle and Colton fought their way to the front and then blocked him out of the top three. The insinuation that he and Colton were fucking didn't hit as hard now that it was true, though maybe more dangerous. Kyle just had to trust that no one gave a fuck what Ferruci had to say. He certainly didn't.

"You didn't come in second," Kyle huffs out when Colton finally gives him time to breathe. He casts a glance to the third and first place trophies sitting on the table.

"Oh, I'm about to," Colton assures, tearing at the front of Kyle's racesuit. He moves to help him even as he reminds Colton that their team is expecting them in an hour. His eyes gleam. "We'll just have to be quick then."

It is quick. Embarassingly so. But, Kyle supposes as he interlocks his fingers with Colton's over his dick. That's what it takes to come first.

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

People trying to make Josef Newgarden the villain of Indycar is silly when the actual piece shit Ferrucci is still racing in the series.

[op81s]

townsend. it doesn't matter how much you kiss ferrucci's ass. he's NEVER gonna fuck you. he's too homophobic for that.

[gordonstanheight]

the real reason they had to delay the indycar start bc santino ferrucci is busy crying bc his bff got shot. the haters will convince you otherwise though

[alonsoings]

i just think that getting socked in the face once could fix his attitude and i know several guys on the grid who would do it

[raapija]

Ferrucci vs. Boyfriend Teammates™, Detroit 2024

[nico-di-genova]

Alex said boyfriend teammate rights btw.

He called Ferrucci out for making homophobic jokes, during pride month nonetheless.

[romanceandbands]

Pato should have gotten out of the car and stormed off to find Ferrucci just to keep the trend going

[rbr4c1ng]

little boyfriend teammate is crazy coming from a guy who is barely 5’3… 😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

[spell-of-the-rain]

“I think based on that, he’ll be a little bit behind us — I’m not too worried” GET HIS ASS KYLE