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Charles opens the apartment door, slightly anxious. He hasn't seen Max since he congratulated him after the podium and then at the start of the party.
He opens the door, falls straight into the entrance onto a path of rose petals lined with candles that leads to their bedroom. He follows a slightly tipsy path due to alcohol. He is still sufficiently sober. He opens the bedroom door and finds Max sitting on the edge of the bed. The light is dimmed and bottles of oil are placed on the side of the bed. Max looks at him, gets up and walks towards him. He takes him in his arms, and places a light kiss on his lips:
- What is all this?
- A little surprise for your home win
He's now intrigued by what the Dutchman has planned. He looks at his face attentively, to try and guess, from his blue eyes sparkling in the warm light of the room to his wet hair. He looks at him with love and excitement, a look reserved only for him.
- What do you have planned?
- Take off your clothes and lie face down on the bed.
He complies and lies down on the bed. Immediately he feels the bed tilting to the side, the sound of a bottle opening and liquid pouring down his back. He is quickly followed by two large hands. He works gently from his lower back to his shoulders removing all the tension and knots. He then moves on to her legs lingering at every bit of exposed skin. He accompanies his hands with a barely perceptible trail of butterfly kisses. He starts to doze off when he feels a sharp tap on his butt.
- Turn around.
He obeys and finds himself face to face with the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. Max continues his business and strives to make all of Charles' discomfort and tension disappear. Once satisfied with his work he retraces his steps and goes to kiss Charles, slowly, tenderly and languidly. Try to convey as many emotions as possible.
- I love you Charlie. And I'm proud of you. He murmurs, looking him straight in the eyes with the smile he knows so well, the one that is reserved for him.
- Love you too Maxie
- Now follow me, Max announces, getting up and holding out his hand to help him get up. He pulls him by the hand and leads him towards the bathroom.
The lights were also dim, due to the candles which surrounded the bath filled with water and foam.
While he observes the bathroom. Max took advantage of this to undress and come and hug him from the back. Facing them in front of the mirror. He looks him straight in the eyes, his head on his shoulder.
- You are beautiful Love.
He says before pushing Charles to sit in the bath and join him, he sticks to the wall and immediately Charles sticks his back to him, his head on Dutch's shoulder. Their arms and legs intertwined, indistinguishable in the water. Max's hands wander lightly over his arms and then rest on his stomach while his mouth takes over and covers Charles' jaw with kisses. Charles turns around and grabs his lips, pulling the taller into a kiss more agitated than before. They stay together for a while in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. Kissing occasionally. Max takes his specialty shampoo and pours a little into his hand before coming to wash his hair. He carefully massages Charles' scalp making him hum with pleasure.
Charles does the same and they quickly wander towards the rest of the body with the shower gel. Max takes care of raising them and passes the water pump over him before putting it on Charles and removing all the bubbles placed on the Monegasque's golden skin. He then comes out and wraps himself in a towel before helping Charles out and wrapping her in his bathrobe. He then takes charge of Charles' skincare and hair care routine, which he has now learned by heart.
Charles doesn't know what to think. He is now used to her facets of Max but she still amazes him. It might not seem like it but he is so attentive, remembering every little detail. After years he still manages to surprise him and Charles only feels himself falling more in love with the blond. After making sure everything was good and having brushed his teeth, Max guides Charles back to the bedroom he puts on his pajamas, while Chalres puts on his own he goes to put out all the candles going from the hallway to the bathroom and ends up in the bedroom and joins Charles under the covers.
- Thank you mon coeur. For everythings.
- You deserve it. Shat. you earned this victory. I'm proud of you.
- You know I wish my dad was there you know? Jules and my grandma too.
- I know but I'm sure they are proud of you from where they are.
- I thought about it in the cars you know? I still couldn't finish the race. I had tears in my eyes.
- You did it Charles. You won in Monaco. There is nothing to be ashamed about.
- I'm not.
- I know you baby. You said very well don't doubt it. I don't think a single person is sad or disappointed that you won. Even christian.
Max holds Charles even tighter against him, kissing his hair while the Monegasque shed a few tears.
- It's okay baby. I'm here.
- I love you max. So much.
- I love you too Charles more than you could imagine.
Max turns off the lights and the two lovers fall asleep in each other's arms.