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“Alright, next you guys just need to do a little photobooth session. Make it silly; the fans will love it!”
The two drivers raise their eyebrows at the small machine against the wall. There was no way they would both comfortably fit; it’ll be cramped, but hopefully this was their last task for their PR day. Max steps in first, pressing himself as far as possible so Checo has enough room to squeeze in next to him. As expected, they barely fit, their bodies touching from hip to shoulder. Neither of them mind, they’ve gotten used to being close to each other. Sometimes it’s even quite comforting. So Max just smiles at his teammate and starts up the booth. There isn’t much warning before the flashes startling both drivers. They laugh at their surprised expressions that come out on the first strip of pictures.
"No, that’s so bad! Let’s do a better one!” Checo giggles as he points to Max’s wide-eyed face in one of the pictures. Max bends over laughing and agrees that they can do much better. They start the machine back up, this time more prepared. They smile sweetly at the lens, ever so slightly leaning towards each other. Checo suddenly remembers the instructions they were given and decides to stick his tongue out for one of the shots. His teammate grins at him when he notices, making a silly face of his own. Both are surprisingly having quite a bit of fun.
The second roll falls out, and once again the pair can’t contain themselves at their expressions, Max leaning heavily into Checo in his fit of laughter. Checo feels a pleasing warmth take over his body as he pushes back against him.
“Ok, Ok.. Let’s do one more!” Max gets out between breaths.
The machine starts up again.
First flash, both stick their tongues out.
Second flash, Checo feels Max’s hand rest on his jaw.
What?
Third flash, Max presses his lips to Checo’s cheek in a soft kiss.
Fourth flash, Checo blushes as Max beams at him.
Max picks up the pictures as if nothing happened. As if he always kissed his teammate on the cheek, which is definitely not the case. Checo stays still, unsure how to react. He then fiddles with his jeans and scratches the back of his head as he tries to get the blush off his face. Max grins at the photo strip and brings it closer for Checo to see.
“You look so cute when you blush,” the younger man whispers. Checo eyes flick to Max’s face, who’s now blushing at his admission.
“Alright guys, that was perfect. We’ll take those photos. Uhm, actually probably best you guys keep that last one. But you are done for today! We’ll get going, feel free to hang around or go back to the hotel.”
They get out to thank the team until it’s just the two of them standing next to each other. Max fiddles with his shirt as Checo looks at the ground.
“Do you want to-”
“I’m sorry I-”
They say in unison, blushing. Checo motions for him to go first. Max takes a deep breath.
“I just wanted to apologize... If the kiss made you uncomfortable, I was just trying to be... I just wanted to..." The rest of the words die in his throat as Checo reaches out to grab his hand.
“Let’s take one more.”
The older driver pulls Max back into the photo booth, pulling the curtain for some privacy. This time, Max sits right in the middle as Checo settles on his lap. The Dutchman’s hands instinctively wrap around his teammate’s waist, still confused about what they doing back in here. Checo gives him a mischievous smile as he presses the start button.
First flash, he leans back into Max. The hands around his waist tighten.
Second flash, Checo turns his face towards Max’s and leans in.
Third flash, their lips crash into each other.
Fourth flash, Max’s hand comes up to cup the back of Checo’s head as he pulls him closer.
The pictures fall out of the slot. Checo separates just enough to press the button once more before immediately diving back in to kiss Max. He feels Max smile in the kiss as four more flashes occur.
“So I guess you didn’t mind the kiss?” Max smirks.
“Not at all.”
Checo reaches over for the pictures, pleased with how smitten they both look at each other. Max hooks his head over his shoulder to look at them as well as softly rubs Checo’s side.
“We look cute together.”
Checo smiles and turns to press a kiss to Max’s temple.
“Very cute, Maxie.”
One of Max’s hands slides down to Checo’s thigh, where he starts tracing random shapes.
“What did you want to say before?”
“I wanted to know if you wanted to come back to the hotel with me." Checo shifts closer and pulls Max’s hand to his inner thigh. “What do you say, Leoncito?”
Max cranes his neck for another kiss before squeezing Checo’s thigh.
“Absolutely.”