Johnny: Bro, I had a dream we fucked.
Mark: Chill bro, it was just a dream.
Johnny: Yeah, gay. I wouldn't fuck you
Marl:...you wouldn't?
Johnny: ...I mean, unless you wanted to?
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low speed corners
johnny/mark
rated M
4.5k
Johnny wasn’t expecting a teammate like Mark.
the F1 Au
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johnmark fic snippet <3
📿⛪️🌾
tw / blasphemy (?), some suggestive themes
Johnny didn’t like it when he talked this way. The spark in his eyes was too bright, dangerous.
“You are created in God’s image,” Mark said, pressing the leaf into his palm. He wrapped his hands around Johnny’s fingers, closing them into a fist. “Everything here,” he grinned, eyes flickering, “it’s all you. It’s all him.” He squeezed his hand tight between his own. “It’s me, too. Both of us. Together.”
Johnny smiled despite himself, leaning forward and resting their foreheads together. He could feel the sun on their skin, warm and sticky.
“Us, right Markie?” He said, placing his free hand on Mark’s neck, feeling his pulse below his skin.
“Forever,” Mark replied, eyes full of fire.
Sometimes Mark would shake with excitement, pointing out how his eye was a solar system, his freckles were constellations. Mark knew it scared him. He was only afraid because he didn’t know.
“Jesus, please,” he repeated, syllables blurring together into a mantra of sounds. Sweat rolled down his cheeks like tears. “Johnny, Jesus, please.” Their names merged together. There was nothing left but the one word.
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Johnny: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail
Mark: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police
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