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Max walked alone through the paddock and wanted to make his way to his rental car. There was actually no one left, which is why he was surprised when he heard the giggles of two voices. But as quickly as it was there, it was over as quickly. So he thought nothing of it and went on. Until he heard it again, but this time louder. Now his curiosity had seized him and he quietly followed the voices until he found them between two of the motorhomes.

Charles had his back against the wall and Pierre stood in front of him. It was nothing new to see the two of them together, rather it was unusual not to see them together. But it was so tight that it was unusual. They both looked at each other and giggled and spoke softly about something that Max couldn't understand. Just as he was about to leave, he saw something that surprised him even more.

Pierre propped himself up against the wall next to Charles's face with one hand and kissed him. The kiss was gentle and tender and Max was sure that it wasn't the first kiss between the two. He wasn't supposed to look, but the two of them looked so beautiful in that moment he just couldn't look away. But then there was this feeling, almost a bit like jealousy. However, this could not be so.

Who should he be jealous of? He liked Pierre as a friend and he didn't even like Charles, but still imagined what it would be like to be in their place, both pressing Charles against the wall and kissing him in the place of Pierre and what it would be like to be pressed against this wall and kissed by Pierre. The kiss was over and Max knew if he didn't want to be seen that he had to go now.

But no matter what the situation was, he couldn't forget this kiss and think about it all the time. He was also watching Pierre and Charles more closely, and he realized that nothing had changed. But now he saw every light touch of the hands, a hand around the waist or a wink differently, he no longer saw just two best friends, but a pair of lovers.

Max didn't know what to do anymore. His thoughts are only buzzing around Pierre and Charles. "Maxy, what's wrong with you?" Dan looked at him worried and not with a big grin, as usual. And that meant he noticed, too, because only a few things made Dan stop grinning. "You can't tell that any further, okay?" Confused, Dan nodded and Max took a deep breath. "Did you know Pierre and Charles are together?"

“Of course, everyone knows that. Didn't you know?" Max just shook his head and wondered if he had really never recognized it before? "Do you have any objections? Is that what you're bothering about? Because two men are in a relationship?" "No, of course not." Dan nodded and put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer to him on the sofa. "But it has something to do with it?" Again Max just nodded and didn't dare to look at the Australian anymore.

"Are you jealous? Are you in love with either of them?" He didn't even know himself, so he just shrugged. "So what's going on? Tell me, otherwise I can't help you." “I've been thinking about it ever since I've seen them kiss. But not because I have something against it, but because the two of them looked good together. And I keep imagining what it would be like if I were in their place. But not just on one of them, but on both. I imagine what it would be like if I pressed Charles against the wall and kissed him.

And I imagine what it would be like if Pierre pressed me against the wall and kissed me. I've never realized before how good they look, how good Pierre looks in his Alpha Tauri Fireproofs that make his eyes shine. Or how good Charles looks in his bandanas." Max looked helplessly at Dan, who smiled slightly. "I think you are in love, but not in one of them, but in both of them." Shocked, he backed away from Dan and shook his head wildly.

“No, that can't be. Surely it's just a phase, haven't you had that before?" "You mean that I imagine myself kissing colleagues?" Dan grinned and then shook his head. "No never." He was still laughing, but when he saw how desperate Max was, it subsided and gave way to a simple smile. "I don't think it's just a phase, I think you are really in love with both of them."

But that couldn't be, he couldn't have fallen in love with two people at the same time. “It doesn't work, I can't fall in love with two people. And even if that's the case, the two are happy, they don't need me." Sadly, he lowered his head, because deep down he knew that Dan was right, but that nothing would ever happen. "Come here. Let's get some ice cream and watch a movie." Dan pulled him close and hugged him.

But even now that he had admitted that he was in love with them, he couldn't think of anything else. Only now it hurt to see the two of them happy together. As on the other weekends before, he just wanted to go to his hotel room and watch something on Netflix, but this was not to be the case. "Hey, Max." When he heard Pierre's voice, he turned around and saw him walking towards him with one arm around Charles' shoulder.

"Charles and I wanted to see a movie and we wanted to ask if you would like to watch it with us?" A little confused he looked at the two, but when he looked at Charles, he saw that the two were serious. "I don't want to bother you." He looked at the two of them with a painful smile. "You don't disturb, we want you there." He had never seen Charles so unsure of himself. "But if you don't want to, you don't have to." Pierre looked at him almost a bit disappointed, but Max was sure that he had just got it wrong.

"As long as I don't disturb you, I'll come with you." Both began to smile and the butterflies buzz around in Max's stomach. A short time later, the three of them were sitting on Pierre's bed, Max was sure that he would share the bed with Charles, after all, he saw Ferrari shirts everywhere. "Do you want to wear something else?" Pierre looked at him questioningly while Charles was already changing. And he looked even better that way than he was dressed. Since his thoughts were so deep, he did not notice at first that Pierre was also undressing.

Now both of them with whom he was in love stood half-naked in front of him. And as much as he liked it, he had to think of other things, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing. So he changed too, until all three were sitting on the bed in sweatpants and old, oversized shirts. But not as he had thought, Pierre and Charles were sitting together, no, he himself was sitting in the middle. And he liked it, he could imagine that way every evening.

"Have we already shown you the new pictures from our Alpha Tauri photoshoot?" Pierre looked at his boyfriend, who just shook his head wildly. "Max, do you have the pictures?" Confused as to why Pierre didn't show it to him himself, he nodded and took his phone. Both slid closer to him and the three of them looked at the photos. It felt so good to have them so close.

"They look good. I didn't even know you were so good at it, Max." Charles raised his head and looked at him with a smile. Max blushed and then noticed how close the two were. He just had to bend his head a little and they would kiss. Almost unconsciously, his gaze went to Charles's lips and back to his eyes. But he didn't seem to be the only one, because Charles looked at his lips too.

But he must have only imagined that, after all, Pierre was sitting next to him and he would certainly not like it if his boyfriend wanted to kiss someone else. Still, Charles approached his face and then kissed the corner of his mouth. Shocked and panicked, he looked at Pierre, but he just smiled. "He's right, you look really good when you do that." Pierre also approached him and kissed him, but this time on the cheek.

Speechless and confused, he looked back and forth between the two of them. It must all be a dream, and if it were, he wouldn't want to wake up. "Are you okay, Max?" Pierre took his hand and looked at him worriedly. "What is this?" Unfortunately, Pierre let go of his hand and looked at him sadly. “I told you so, Charles. We have misinterpreted all of this." "That can't be, I've never been wrong about something like that." Max looked back and forth between the two, who were now discussing in French.

"Can someone tell me what's going on here?" It fell silent and the two became unsure. As he saw Charles not wanting to say anything, Max turned to Pierre. "Charles thinks you might be in love with us." His breath stopped, never realizing it seemed so obvious. "But I was sure that he was just imagining it." "We had been imagining for a long time what it would be like if I had been right." Max turned his head when Charles began to speak.

“We love each other and I never want anyone other than Pierre. But we noticed that something was missing and then we realized that it was you. We saw the way you looked at us over and over again. I just thought that maybe you would feel the same way we do." Charles looked at him sadly and then crawled over to Pierre to snuggle up to him. “Wow, I wasn't expecting that. But Charles was right, I fell in love with you." Both began to shine and looked at him happily.

"Does that mean you want to try this with us?" The two looked at him expectantly. He couldn't help but nod. Charles immediately fell around his neck. Pierre, on the other hand, just smiled at him. "May I kiss you?" Charles had released the hug and Max couldn't help but nod. No matter how he had imagined it before, it was even more beautiful. Charles' lips were delicate and soft. But he couldn't concentrate on it for long, because when Charles broke the kiss, Pierre was already kissing him. His lips were rougher, but the kiss was just as beautiful.

Max never would have thought that one day he would have two boyfriends. But he wouldn't want to change anything about it.

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Exhausted, Charles came back from the Ferrari factory to Pierre's apartment, where the three of them were currently staying. He sat in the simulator for hours and kept getting messages from Pierre and Max, which made him miss them both even more. "I'm back." He shouted into the apartment, but contrary to what he thought, he didn't get a word back. It was quiet in the apartment and he wondered if he had forgotten that the two were gone. But this was not the case, so he went on into the apartment, but they weren't in the kitchen, living room, or on the balcony.

The last thing he did, he went into the bedroom, where he found the two of them. They slept quietly, snuggled together under the thick blanket. Charles smiled lovingly at the sight and then left the bedroom to take a shower. When he was done, he started to cook something. He didn't notice the bedroom door opening and then startled a little when two arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

"Hey, how long have you been back?" Max kissed his cheek and then put his chin on his shoulder. "For half an hour. Where's Pierre?" "He's still sleeping." Charles turned around and put his arms around Max's neck to kiss him. "What did you do?" "We were out for a run, then did a bit of strength training and then cuddled up, but we must have fallen asleep."

Charles grinned and kissed him again. "We missed you." Max kissed his neck gently and Charles forgot that he was cooking. They kissed again, but more passionately this time. They both gasped and moaned softly and Max picked up Charles so that he could sit down on the countertop. "Are you starting without me?" Pierre stood in the doorway with disheveled hair and only a pair of boxer shorts on and looked pouting at the two of them.

Charles jumped off the counter and approached the Frenchman. "Never, Pierrot." The two grinned and Charles kissed him. Max hugged him again from behind and now put his hands over Charles on Pierre's hips. The two broke the kiss and Pierre kissed Max. "Charles cooks for us." "Should I be scared?" Grinning, Pierre looked at the two of them, whereupon Charles just looked indignant and then at Max too when he started laughing.

"If you don't want any of it, I'll eat it alone and you can make something for yourself." Charles took his hands off Pierre's hips and crossed them over his chest. "We're just kidding, baby." At the same time Pierre and Max kissed him on one cheek each and he smiled again. "How about if we eat something first and then we make ourselves comfortable in bed?" Charles looked questioningly between his two boyfriends, and they both nodded.

After a kiss with Pierre and then with Max, he left the little cuddly ball and continued cooking the meal. But that wasn't so easy, as he kept glancing at Pierre and Max. Pierre was now sitting on the work surface, just like he was before, while Max stood between his spread legs and the two kissed passionately. He should be jealous, but the only thing he thought was that he'd love to be there with them and how hot the two looked together.

And it wasn't easy to cook with a growing hard on. "Can you set the table?" He didn't look at them, but he could hear the two of them starting to set the table for the three of them. "Shall we help you somehow?" Pierre hugged him from behind and kissed his shoulder. "Can you help me put everything on the table?" "Of course, baby." The two kissed briefly and together they brought the finished meal to the table at which Max was already sitting.

It was pleasantly quiet while they ate. Charles told what he had done in the simulator and Pierre and Max told him about their plans for the next few days, in which they would shoot something for Red Bull together. He's not jealous of either of them and he also knows that the two of them do more together since they're both part of Red Bull. But there was the fear that they might realize that they would be a lot better together as a pair.

That Pierre would realize that he never loved him the way he loves Max now. And Max? The two didn't like each other for years and now they're a couple. Maybe Max was only with them because of Pierre. "Are you coming with us?" Max's voice got him out of his thoughts. "What?" "Will you come with us when we go to Austria tomorrow?" Pierre also looked at him questioningly. "Does it work?" “Of course. Checo also takes his wife with him. Then we can take you with us too." Max grinned at him. "And otherwise we would miss you too much if you weren't there."

Pierre pouted at him and the doubts were gone, the two loved him as much as they loved each other. "Okay, I'll come with you then." "Is there actually a dessert, Charlie?" Max grinned at him when they finished eating. "I am the dessert." Grinning and winking as best as he could, he looked at the Dutchman. "Maybe we should go to the bedroom then." Pierre got up and took Max's hand to go into the bedroom with him.

He quickly went into the bathroom and checked whether his hair was sitting reasonably well. One last look and he also went into the bedroom, where the two were already waiting on the bed. He closed the door and then crawled onto the bed with the two of them. "Come here, Charlie." Pierre pulled him onto his lap and kissed him passionately. Max sat down behind him and kissed his neck and shoulder and sucked on them.

At that moment he realized once again that what the three of them had was something very special. And he loved it. And he loved them both and they loved him. In that moment he was happy.

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Charles and Max looked at each other worriedly when they heard the rattle and bangs from Pierre's hotel room. Qualifying wasn't important for either of them because they'll start from back anyway. But it was important for Pierre and it looked really good in Q1 too, but then he was kicked out in Q2 anyway. And they both saw how angry he was. He wanted new tires but his team didn't give him any and while everyone else was getting faster he didn't.

Reluctantly Max knocked on the door, but nothing happened, instead the two heard something break. Max knocked again, but this time louder. But again nothing came. "Come on, let's go in, I'm worried." Max nodded to Charles and he opened the door. Both were shocked to see how the whole room had been destroyed, there was broken glass everywhere, pillows were scattered and pieces of paper torn up. "Pierre, cheri?" Charles entered the room, followed by Max, who took his hand.

Pierre sat in the corner, his legs bent and his face hidden in them, while he gripped his hair with his hands. Max was shocked, he had never seen Pierre like this before. But a look at Charles told him that it was not the first time for him and the Monegasque squeezed his hand encouragingly and gave him a small smile.

Careful not to step into any broken pieces, they went to Pierre and knelt in front of him. "Hey baby." Max gently stroked his leg. Pierre said nothing, but his hands stiffened a little. “Pierrot? Can you look at us so we know you're okay?" Charles's voice was gentle and it was clear to Max that Charles knew what to do. And he hoped that at some point he would be ready to know what the two of them need in situations like this.

Pierre slowly raised his head and looked at them helplessly, angry and a little sad. He also had blood on his face, but while Max panicked a little, Charles remained calm. "Pierre, you're bleeding." Confused, Pierre looked back and forth between the two of them. "Baby, can you give me your hands so I can see if you've cut yourself?" Charles let go of Max's hand and slowly Pierre released his hands from his hair and placed them in Charles' open ones.

There were several small cuts in both palms of the hands that were bleeding and that had spread the blood onto Pierre's face and into his hair. "Pierre, we have to clean and bandage the wounds." The Frenchman nodded slightly. "Max and I will help you up now and take you to the bathroom, okay?" Again he nodded. "Can you help me help him up?" This time Charles looked at Max, who nodded.

Both reached under Pierre's arms on either side and helped him up. Slowly and carefully so as not to step in the broken pieces, they took him into the bathroom and then sat him on the edge of the bathtub. “Max, can you wash the blood off Pierre's face and hair? I'll take care of his hands." "Yes, I can do it." He took one of the washcloths and wet it, but kept glancing at Pierre with concern.

“It'll get better, don't worry. The only thing he needs right now is us." It was just a whisper, but Max could still hear it. Charles gave him a slight smile and then gave him a quick kiss. He went back to Pierre with the washcloth while Charles got the first aid kit. "Hey, please don't be scared, but I'm going to wash the blood off your hair and face now, okay?" His voice was soft and after getting a small nod he carefully turned Pierre's head towards him.

It hurt to see the person you loved looking at you with a completely blank look. The first sound he made was a low hiss as Charles started disinfecting the wounds. But Max and Charles didn't say a word either, because nobody really knew what to say. When they both finished, Charles looked at Pierre. “We are going to change you into some clean clothes, okay?” Pierre nodded just like before.

Charles came back with a clean shirt and some clean shorts. Carefully they both changed him into these clothes. "We're going to put you to bed now, okay?" Again, Pierre just nodded slightly without saying anything. As before, they both propped up Pierre and took him to the large bed in the middle of the room.

Pierre lay down in the middle and Charles helped him cover up. Then he went back to the bathroom to tidy up there and since Max didn't know what to do, he followed him. “I don't know what to do. I've never seen him like this before and I want to help him, but I don't know how." He looked helplessly at the younger man, who grabbed his hands. “You are here, that's enough. I know because it's not the first time he's been like this. Go to him and cuddle with him, that will help him. I'm tidying up a bit so that nobody gets hurt anymore, okay?" Max nodded and the two kissed.

Max went back into the room and then slowly climbed onto the bed. “Hey, Pierre. Do you want to cuddle?" He raised his arm and looked at the French who slid closer and snuggled up to him. Max put his arm around him carefully, but when Pierre slid just a little closer, he knew it was okay and pulled him tighter as well. Pierre's breath calmed down and as he stroked his hair he watched Charles clean up.

When he was done, he went to bed with them. He kissed Max briefly and then kissed Pierre on the temple, but he didn't notice anything because he was already asleep. "Will he be better tomorrow?" Max whispered so as not to wake him. "Yes, he needs sleep and us now." Charles lay behind Pierre and grabbed Max's hand and placed it on his chest. “The last time he was like this was after Anthoine's death. He didn't speak for days and just lay in bed.

The most important thing in such a moment is to speak to him and tell him what to do. It doesn't happen often, only when he gets very emotional. But the physical closeness helps him." "Has he injured himself otherwise?" “When it was about Anthoine, he just cried, but he hadn't destroyed anything. The worst time was his demotion from Red Bull to Toro Rosso. He had small wounds all over his body, from broken glass after breaking all the glasses in his kitchen.

That must have triggered him today. His biggest fear is to lose his place completely and therefore every mistake takes him more seriously than others." "But he's so good this season and today wasn't his fault, the team didn't listen to him." “He is, he's better than the car allows. But he's still scared so much." Max looked at the peacefully sleeping boy on his chest. He kissed his forehead gently, then kissed Charles' hand.

"I didn't know about his fear." “I only know that because we've been together for so long and have known each other. And you will get to know us as well and we will get to know you. We will get to know each other the way Pierre and I know each other. No matter what, we can do it together." Charles raised his head and smiled at him. "I love you two." He looked at Charles in shock, he didn't want to say that out loud. But the Monegasque only smiled at him. "I love you too. And I know that Pierre loves you too." The two kissed again and then both kissed Pierre on the forehead. They fell asleep tightly embraced.

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Charles opened the door to the apartment, packed with groceries. He expected Pierre and Max to be in the living room, but they weren't there. With the purchases he went into the kitchen and put them away when he could hear a low moan from the bedroom. Curious to know what was going on, he slipped into the bedroom.

Max was bare-chested on his stomach on the bed and Pierre sat on his bum and massaged him. Charles loved it when Pierre massaged him because he knew exactly where to squeeze. And the way Max sounded like, he liked it too. He walked slowly into the room. "Hey." Pierre looked at him with a smile and then turned completely back to Max. Charles walked closer to the bed and kissed Pierre briefly before he leaned down and kissed Max gently on the cheek.

"Pierre, carry on." Max pouted at him. "I'll go on, cheri." Pierre laughed and carried on as promised. It was kind of weird to watch because normally he was the one Pierre massaged. "Do you want something to drink?" "No, we don't need anything." Pierre smiled at him and then concentrated fully on Max again. The strange feeling remained, but he tried to suppress it.

"I think we're done." Pierre kissed Max on the bare shoulder and then got off his bum. With a grumble, Max sat up, but then kissed Pierre as a thank you. "I'm almost a little jealous, normally Pierre always massages me." Charles grinned. "Well, now I'm his favorite." Max grinned and hugged Pierre, who rolled his eyes with a grin, but let Max kiss him.

Charles felt bad, what if it's really true? What if Max was really Pierre's favorite now and if they soon found out that they no longer need him. Neither of them seemed to notice how Charles was doing because they were both too busy laughing and kissing. Without a word he got up and went into the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

He could still hear the laughter from the bedroom and accidentally started to cry. He didn't notice the approaching footsteps and then was startled when he heard a voice. “Baby are you coming? We miss you." Max grinned at him, but when he saw the tears, the grin disappeared very quickly. "What happened?" He walked up to him quickly and hugged him tightly. But Charles couldn't utter a word and he cried softly into his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Come on, let's talk in the bedroom." Slowly he led him back to Pierre. He looked worriedly at the two of them. "What happened?" Max just shrugged and led Charles to the bed so that he could sit next to Pierre and Max on his other side. “Baby what happened? Why are you crying?" "Is Max really your favorite now?" He looked sadly at Pierre.

"What? No, of course not, I love you both equally." He kissed him lovingly on the cheek. "For real? What if you both find out at some point that you no longer need me?" "We love you and we need you." Charles turned to Max, who was smiling at him. “I feel the same way as you. You both know each other inside out. You've been together a lot longer than the three of us. Again and again I am afraid that you will notice that it was just a little adventure with me and nothing more."

Both looked at him in shock. Pierre grabbed his hand and Charles laid his head on Max's shoulder. Without saying anything, Pierre got up and left the room. Both looked at each other questioningly, but before they could see what the Frenchman was doing, he came back with three boxes. "Actually, I didn't want to give this to you until we have been together for 3 months, but I think now is the perfect time for it."

He gave everyone a box. They opened it carefully and there was an identical bracelet in both boxes. "I thought this would be perfect for showing our love for one another." Pierre looked at them with red cheeks. "That is beautiful, Pierre." Max carefully took his bracelet out of the box and examined it more closely. The initials of the three were engraved on the bracelet. Charles didn't say anything, just kissed his cheek, then held out his arm and his bracelet.

Pierre then carefully tied the bracelet around him and did the same with Max, after the latter also held out his arm to him. Without Pierre being able to say anything, Charles took his bracelet and then tied it around his arm too, so that all three now had the same bracelet on. “I know that there will be moments for all of us when we don't think we're good enough for others. But I hope the bracelet will remind us why we are together because we love each other."

Charles took Max's and Pierre's hands with one hand. "I love you." He kissed Max and then Pierre. Then Max pulled Pierre to him and the two kissed too. "Okay, now that we've figured that out, let's cuddle." Max grinned and continued to crawl onto the bed. At the same time he stripped down to his underpants and then lay down under the covers and looked at them expectantly. "Do you really just want to cuddle?"

Charles waggled his eyebrows and then saw how Pierre also stripped down to his underpants and crawled under the covers to Max, who immediately pulled him close to him. "Are you coming too, Charlie?" Even when the two were under the covers, he could see Pierre's hand slide to Max's ass. Charles was sure that it wasn't just about cuddling. He quickly undressed too and then wedged himself between the two of them under the covers.