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Max‘ eyes fluttered open as light shined brightly into the dark hotel room.
His gaze met Charles’ who turned his body and aggressively smashed the blaring alarm.
“Hey, hey, baby calm down” He giggled as Charles grumpily snorted inaudible words back at him.
Max thought back to the night before. Butterflies reappear in his stomach as he remembers yesterday.
Charles looked at Max with heart eyes before taking a quick glance at the clock and jumping out of bed.
“Alright I’m going to make breakfast Mon chéri” He muttered rubbing his eyes in a way Max loved.
“Coming!” Max muttered after the Monagasque who walked through the door.
Max threw his legs to the side of the bed and quickly stood up chasing after his lover.
“Fuck…” He muttered as he found himself on the floor, having zero feeling in his legs
His attempt to follow Charles ended up in a painfully realization that their fucking session which had ended a mere 4 hours ago, had now finally found their way to the Dutchman’s nerve system.
Charles heard the thud and quickly glanced back into the room only finding the older boy on the floor with a slightly pouting face.
“Oh baby are you okay!” Charles asked his accent almost as thick as his thighs.
He ran to his lovers side and tried to help him up.
“Careful! I’ve got you, I’ve got you okay?” He asks tender as the legs of the Dutchmen tremble under his body.
They had one rule.
one!
And that was no sex the days before qualifying and race day.
But when Charles got an offer to replace Checo at rebull yesterday he couldn’t contain his excitement.
This meant that he could do his job next to his lover 24/7 and when he ran to the hotel room that night the only thing on his mind was the way he needed Max.
It surely had been an amazing night, but they had that rule incase something like this happened. Incase they got carried away a little bit…
Charles supported Max who’s legs were just dangeling under his body like jelly guiding him to the sofa.
curse those fucking rules
“Charles…” Max murmured, while Charles laid him carefully on the couch.
“We have a race today” He thought out loud before looking in the eyes of Charlie who gave him a nervous giggle in return.
“And I can’t walk… Imagine leading a race!” The thought made him laugh out loud.
Which dumb fuck would have rough sex a day before a street race.
they would
Max and Charles ate their breakfast faster than ever in the hope to try and see how much Max would be able to walk 2 hours later when their taxi arrived.
The progress was minimal, barely there.
But the difference between being able to take mini-steps and not being able to walk was all the confirmation Max needed to go to the track.
For the sake of their hidden relationship Charles stood at the hotel exit waiting for another cab after the one with Max in it left.
He felt bad. He fucked Max so hard out of excitement and now Max wasn’t able to walk properly and Charles had to help him get inside his taxi.
It was absurd really.
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When Max’s got out of his taxi Charles’ taxi was already through the gates so he started getting out of the vehicle in a rather bizarre way.
His legs were tangled and his body made a weird turn.
Charles looked with a nervous laugh at how the Dutchman got out of the car almost falling to the ground when he stood up completely.
The younger one saw how the bright blue eyes connected with his Emerald Green ones, and patiently waited until he stood directly next to him.
He was also pretty sure that if Max had started walking he would be on the ground faster than Christian could say “Mex Verstehpen”
Charles smirks while shaking his head in disapproval when they take their first steps.
Max looked ridiculous to put it lightly.
His knees buckled every step and his head dipped left and right continuously.
Charles looked at his boyfriend and adapted to his pace.
An unfortunate situation with getting too distracted by gazing in the beautiful blue eyes next to him, was that he didn’t hear Carlos and Lando appearing behind them.
Lando jumped high landing next to Max letting his arm fall on Max’ shoulders.
Max’ legs gave in at the sudden pressure.
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Carlos next to me looks up at me and just witnesses how I grab Max by his waist tightly to prevent him from falling to the floor.
Lando on Max’s side muttered a few quick sorry’s before his eyes widen and his mouth drops open.
“Oh my god!!!! You- I- they-!” He stutters, his gaze turning to Carlos who giggled quietly, and rolling his eyes at the stupid realization.
Carlos and Lando didn’t specifically know about the relationship between the so-called rivals, but they knew for sure that they weren’t just civil friends outside of the track.
Lando bursted out laughing while Max looked at the floor in embarrassment a rose red blush spreading across his cheeks.
His pupils were dilated and his blonde hair stuck slightly to his forehead.
Carlos rolled his eyes once again, and dragged Lando as far away possible from the embarrassed couple until he arrived at the McLaren hospitality and delivered the dying package of laughter with Jon.
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Max felt his legs weaken and the way they trembled and hurt with every small motion he made.
As fun as it was 7 hours ago as much as it hurt now.
When the duo reached the Red Bull hospitality Charles knew he had to let go of his waist which he had been tightly holding to ensure that his lover wouldn’t fall straight to hell.
Both of them knew they already were signed into hell, but thats a story for another time.
Max looked through the Red Bull box and was happy to see there were barely any people.
Quickly he waved Charles goodbye who only had to place 2 more steps on the asphalt to reach the Ferrari hospitality which had been so fortunately placed next to each other.
Max gently walked over to a chair realizing he was really going to have to do this now… No backing out.
Focussed on his thoughts he didn’t see Christian jumping in front of him and leaning both his arms on the younger ones shoulders.
Max felt the stinging pain shoot up from his foot all the way to his abdomen and felt his legs give in.
“Woah you akay?” Christian joked as he tried to give the younger one a hand.
If only he knew.
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Charles was in the meeting downstairs not happy with the strategy once again.
Curse Ferrari’s strategies… Charles curses a lot of things.
He was in a bad mood.
Maybe it was due to the fact that the car hadn’t been what he hoped it would be this year again, or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t know how Max was doing.
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Max put all his energy into his feet as Christian kindly swept of any left over dust on his clothes.
“Sorry Max… you okay now?” Christian asked seeing the slightly shaking knees of the youngster.
The youngster only nodded a bright red stream returning to his face, the streak disappearing under his sweatshirt.
“Wait a minute…” Christian muttered his eyes widening. “You have overtrained!” He shouted out throwing his hands in defeat.
“And I told Brad to take it easy with the new trainings!” His head nods side to side like a rollercoaster.
Max felt his shoulders release the tension they had been holding before quickly changing into his race suit.
The overdoing part was definitely right...
When he walked out of the Red Bull hospitality he stood next to Charles who tried to surpress a giggle behind his hand.
“Shush. I will shunt you if you don’t shut the fuck up” the dutchman threatened knowing damn well Charles loved the threats.
“Its just… you look so ridiculous” Charles bursted out laughing earning the attention of multiple crew members.
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Daniel who had finally arrived in the paddock heard the loud laughter from outside of the McLaren box and quickly took a look to see his ex-teammate and friend standing there.
Max looked into the thin air, an unimpressed expression lingering on his face.
Daniel frowned his eyebrows wondering what made the famous ferrari driver laugh so loud.
At least…
That was until he saw Max walking away going to the Red Bull hospitality to prepare for the race.
Daniel saw the weird way Max’ legs trembled and his hips shot left and right uncontrollably.
He couldn’t hold back his chortle when Max surpassed the McLaren hospitality and confronted Max instead.
“Ey mate! What have you been doing! Was it a little too fun?! I knew I shouldn’t have brought both of you to the bar in Australia.” The Aussie yelled out not caring that the rest of the paddock could hear. It’s not like they were interested anyways.
Daniel was the only one who actually knew about the relationship of the duo, since he basically wanted to play cupid, and for once he did the right move and won.
“Sure mate sure. You wanna know what we did specifically or what?!” Max deadpanned, knowing he had been too open with Daniel about his sex life before to even care now.
“Next time mate… don’t do it before a race” Daniel whispered laying his arm gently on the younger ones shoulder.
“Thanks for the advice.” Max answered dryly, before rolling his eyes and walking to the Red Bull garage once again.
“Look at his silly ass go!” Daniel wheezed as he followed the Dutchman back to the garage.
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The bottles of champagne got opened as Max gently stepped off the top step camouflaging it to his best attempt by spraying Charles.
The couple had scored a 1,2!
Max ran at the slightly younger one and poured the champagne down his suit.
Charles let out a cry of shock when he felt the champagne slither down his back.
When he looked into Max’s eyes a dark look glanced right back at him, as if he was challenging him.
It was then and there that Charles decided it would probably be best for him to avoid Max for the time being.
“Oh don’t worry I will get revenge tonight” Max whispered in his ear.
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Fini