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Max was furious. That stupid tire ruined his race, his first ever podium in Baku and his perfect oppotunity to increase the gap with Lewis. The worst part is that it wasn’t even his fault. He’d feel better if he knew what he did wrong so at least he can try to learn from it. But no. Out of nowhere, he just lost control of the car and bang straight to the wall because the shitty tires that stupid Pirelli provided just gave up on him.
He went back to his driver room to calm down while the medic was busying around to check on him. He just wanted to be left alone, no medic, no team staff, no TV that was still streaming the race.
When he heard that Lewis also went out he felt a little bit cheered up, hey, at least he is still leading the championship. He glared at the final result of the race and noticed that the one and only Charles Leclerc once again landed at P4.
Two drivers in front of him crushed and his stupid boyfriend still stuck at P4. What an idiot.
At least they can have some sad cuddles afterwards. Max secretly looks forward to that.
Max managed to show up for the podium celebration. How ironic is this. Last week his boyfriend had to stand here watching his teammate take what could’ve been his trophy and now Max has to be in the same position himself. He knows that he is supposed to be happy for them. His teammate finally adapted to the new car, Sebastian finally got his redemption and Pierre managed to pull that shitty car of his to the podium. But he just couldn’t. He is only human after all. He tried his best to show some smile, looking up to the podium and even starting to miss how awful and sticky that ferrari champagne is.
Thinking of Ferrari, that joke team took away what could’ve been a young generation legendary battle between him and Charles.
Max returned to his motorhome to continue suffocating. He didn’t text Charles but he figured that Charles is smart enough to know where to find him.
He overestimated his boyfriend.
While he was patiently waiting, the TV was still playing a lot of the post race celebrations and press interviews. Max didn’t pay too much attention, his eyes unfocused on TV until he saw a familiar face butterflying between the podium guys. Charles was smiling a lot, too much to Max's taste at this moment. The man in the TV grabbed his best friend’s arm aggressively, pulling him closer, patting his face and congratulating him with the biggest smile Max has ever seen. Seriously, three months they’ve been together, Max only saw that face once, it was the moment he told Charles that he was in love with him too. Max frowned. Ok, maybe he is exaggerating about Charles’ smile, sue him, he is upset and the boy who claimed to love him is out there hugging other very attractive guys, who by the way, is now grabbing and patting his boyfriend’s butt.
Max just about to switch off the screen when he realized that the cameraman is still following Charles. Max snorted that Charles is getting more attention than the people who actually got on the podium. Then he saw Charles approach Sebastian, Charles’ ex-teammate who Ferrari repeatedly warned him to stop mentioning during interviews. But Charles didn’t seem to care. He circled one arm on Sebastian’s waist to distract Sebastian from Alonso, and grabbed his other hand to congratulate him. Sebastian’s face seemed to light up once he saw Charles as well, patting his cheeks and holding him in, which, is way too intimate in Max’s eye. Knowing that Charles has the biggest crush on that man, Max just gets more and more jealous. He couldn’t watch anymore, while it seems that his boyfriend is like a little slut giving out himself to celebrate with everyone. What else, is he going to give Lewis a blowjob to cheer him up from his mistake now?
Max just sat there on this couch, fuming. After half an hour, which to Max is almost like an eternity, someone finally knocked at his door. He stood up to open it, only to see Charles standing there with his ridiculous angelic puppy eyes.
“Awe Maxy, I feel so sorry for you today. Come here I promise you can feel better. ” Charles was learning to hug him but Max just turned around head back to his couch.
“Maxy, come here...” Charles followed Max to the couch and opened his arms around him again. He seemed to understand Max’s behaviour to ‘being upset about his race’.
“I actually feel okay really, why don’t you save your hug for someone else? I’m sure Lewis can use some today or Valtteri or even Stroll, you know, he got screwed by Pirelli as well. ” Max snapped.
Charles froze and looked more confused than ever. “Why would I ever do that? I’m here for you. Maxy...Did I do something wrong? ”
“I don’t know? Did you? I was just here waiting for my own boyfriend to finish comforting or congratulations or whatever the entire grid, if, he still remembers that I exist. ”
“What are you talking about? I went right to you after my team duties. ”
“Oh, so it was Ferrari’s order to helmet kiss Pierre and Sebastian? ”
“What the fuck Max? ”
“Anyways, I’m sure you race finishers still have a lot of celebration to do.” Max stood up, “I have to go back and question some life decisions.”
“Max what the hell are you doing? I’m here with you, I’m here to cheer you up! Do you want to go back to the hotel so we can cuddle and watch some Netflix? You know I can even let you have some ice cream and some other stuff since you had such a bad day.” Charles stood up too and was able to press a soft kiss on Max’s lip.
But Max didn’t respond to the kiss.
“Maxy...Are you upset with me?” Charles asked carefully.
“Oh, was I not obvious before?” Max is not feeling jealous now, it has become pure anger, “Do you even remember that you have a boyfriend who lost a fucking win because that stupid tire? You know in Monaco, I didn’t even celebrate my win, I went straight to you and now what, you stupid didn’t even get on the fucking podium and you just, whore yourself out to everyone on the grid? Do you even fucking care about me? ”
“What are you talking about? Of course I do! ” Charles answered anxiously, his accent is twice heavier, “Max listen to me, I didn’t forget about you, I wanted to come to you so bad but I parked my car right behind Pierre and Seb. I can’t just walk away, you know how much this podium means to them too!”
Max is still fuming.
“I’m sorry for not being here, I’m sorry about your race and your tire. You were so wonderful today! Remember your overtakes on me, I wasn’t even mad at that because how awesome you were!” Charles rumbled, and left a bunch of soft and wet kisses on Max’s lip, cheek and neck. “You deserved so much, you know. This is just an unfortunate event. You’ll come back stronger next time. ” Charles raises his head and looks directly into Max’s beautiful blue eyes.
There was a moment of silence while they were just standing like this, with Charles’s arms around Max’s neck. Max signed quietly, his hands slowly climbed up Charles's body, resting on his tiny waist.
“You wanna go back to the hotel so I can comfort you more? In whatever way you like?” Charles feels Max started to calm down so he speaks up again and puts on a smirk. Max just can't say no to him, can he?
He pulled Charles closer, whispering against his ear, “Why don’t you kiss me again, like you mean it.”
Bouns:
As soon as Charles walked in their bathroom to shower, Max started to check his phone. He hasn’t looked at it since he was still raging waiting for Charles in his driver room. He opened a text from Daniel, it was a screenshot of a tweet that Charles liked.
[Sebastian said during the interview: maybe I should text Charles more.]
Danie: look at this tweet man, you got some serious completion.
Max: dont worry according to how he moaned when i fucked him in the mattress he’s not going anywhere.
Max replied. But he kept a mental note that Charles’ current shower going to be useless because he’s getting some punishment again as soon as he get out of it.