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Max is not that pleased with his race results but considering he spun midway through it’s not bad. He’s excited for Nico and tells him as much as they get out of their cars.
His two best friends seem very chipper considering the state of the Alpine and Aston Martin. Pierre grins at him, “We got points”. Max laughs, “together more than me even”. Lance rolls his eyes, “you hear that Pierre together we’re better than the reigning champ”.
Pierre laughs and just pulls them both into a hug. “we need to celebrate and decided the best way to do that is by cuddling you”, Lance mutters into his ear. Max takes a moment to hide deeper in the hug. No one understands him the way they do. He nods, “meet outside of the RedBull hospitality when you’re done?”. His friends both nod.
Lance is first to be done for the day. He steals a RedBull from one of their outside fridges and plops into a chair like he owns the place. Pierre joins him soon after, “if this starts some weird rumour I think I am going to bite someone”. Lance laughs, “babe, if anyone actually believes you’d go back to RedBull…”. Pierre nods, “they’d be fucking stupid. Next year is going to be better for all of us”.
Max comes outside and he looks tired. Pierre stands up and hold his arms out. “Kidnap me”, Max mutters once he’s safely tucked into Pierre’s arms. Pierre laughs softly, “Sure my hotel it is”. Lance gets up as well and takes Max’s bag from him, “I can ask my dad to yell at people for you, you know if your dad needs any help with that”.
That makes Max laugh and Lance grins cause that is mission accomplished. Pierre guides them to his car. Lance smirks, “Max in the backseat with me? While we let our handsome French guy chauffeur us around?”. Max laughs and nods. Pierre smirks, “to be expected from you two that you like being chauffeured around”. He gets in the driver’s seat as Max and Lance get in the back. “buckle up sirs”, he winks to the rear view mirror.
Max chuckles and Pierre could swear he catches a slight blush creep up on his cheeks. Lance takes Max’s hand in both of his. It’s something that he knows comforts Max, something he’s been doing for years. Max let’s out a soft sigh, “I know I can’t really complain about my car you know with what you guys have to driver, but this sucks”. Lance nods, “I know it sucks and I also think your team sucks a little bit a lot”. Pierre chuckles, “Maxy you know how I feel. We’re here for you”. Max nods, “I know. Can we just eat and have a cuddle and forget about it?”.
Pierre smiles softly, “Well I am kidnapping you so if anyone from the team tries to call you I’ll just answer and demand they start treating their drivers better if they want you returned”. Lance grins, “usually kidnapper as safely or unharmed to that”. Pierre pulls a serious face, “Like we intend on hurting Max. We’re kidnapping him to protect him”. Max chuckles, “We’re moving past Lancelot knowing what kidnappers usually say? Okay then…”. Lance laughs and squeezes his hand, “I watch a lot of movies”. Pierre laughs, “I bet that’s what all the kidnappers say when questioned on the slang”.
Max relaxes a little more as his friends laugh. He can almost literally feel his worries and frustrations evaporate. Pierre pulls up in the parking lot. Pierre guides Max and Lance to his hotel room quickly. Max likes it when Pierre is in charge like that. It calms him down a lot to have Pierre’s gentle touches and deep voice guide him around.
Max let’s himself fall face first into the bed. Lance falls down beside him and strokes his back. Max hears Pierre’s muffled voice order room service. Then the bed dips on his other side and Pierre’s hand cards through his hair. Max sighs and turns his head to look at him. Pierre smiles, “hi, wanna borrow something comfy and cuddle on the sofa? We can eat at the coffee table”. Max pouts, “you do it?”. Pierre strokes his cheek, “okay sure”. Max feels Lance already getting up. Pierre follows. They come back with a hoodie and sweatpants. Max lets them undress him. Lance makes a point of crumpling up his RedBull shirt and throwing it across the room. Max laughs and Lance leans down to kiss his cheek.
Pierre helps into the hoodie and sweatpants. Max sticks his arms out, “carry me big daddy”. Pierre laughs, “oh it’s that kind of day huh?”. Max smirks, “I need to be cuddled and carried because my car is crap and my team is in denial and I am tired”. Pierre picks him up, “anything for you, babe”. Lance gets a fleece blanket from the closet and drapes it over Max as soon as Pierre sets him on the sofa. Max sighs happily as Pierre and Lance settle on either side of him. Pierre plants a soft kiss to his temple.
Max smiles softly, “I wouldn’t know what to do without you two”. Lance and Pierre kiss his cheeks at the same time. Max laughs softly. His mind is just starting to wander what it would be like if he turns his head and pecks each of them on the lips, when there’s a knock at the door, “room service”. Pierre accepts the cart and insists it’s okay for them to eat at the coffee table. He hopes the tip he puts in the waiters jacket pocket buys his silence.
Max and Lance have settled on the floor at the coffee table and Pierre brings the food over. Max is leaning heavily into Lance, a small frown on his face like when he’s deep in thought. Pierre sets the food down and sits close to them. He strokes Max’s cheek, “earth to Maxy?”. Max sighs and leans into his touch, “I love you”. Pierre smiles, “love you too”. Max shakes his head, “I love you both of you so much. I have never loved anyone more than I love you”. Lance wraps his arms around him from behind and kisses his shoulder, “we love you too Max, so much, always”. Pierre nods, “what he said”. Max sighs, “no, I want to kiss you and hold hands and be your boyfriend, that’s how much a love you”. Lance’s arms tighten a little more around his waist, “Max, I have been holding your hand for years”. Pierre takes a deep breath, “we never said it in so many words, Max, but I think it’s fair to say Lance and I feel the same way about you and about each other”.
Max nods slowly, letting the words sink in, “okay, so can have a kiss from each of you please before we eat?”. Pierre makes eye contact with Lance, who nods at him. Pierre smiles more and leans into Max kissing him softly. Max melts in his touch. He pulls away but before Max can turn to kiss Lance. Pierre kisses Lance as soft as he kissed Max. Max sighs deeply watching them as he leans heavily into Lance. Lance pulls away with a soft smirk and turns to Max. Max is blushing, a soft happy smile on lips. Lance kisses him slowly. Max kisses back with a little more urgency. Lance pulls away and strokes Max’s cheek, “you have us, Max, for the rest of our lives”. Max smiles brightly, his nose crinkles a little. Pierre grins, “now let’s eat. We can’t live on kisses alone. Though I fear now that I have had a taste I can’t live without either of your kisses anymore”. That makes both Lance and Max nod in agreement as they laugh. In that moment, Max knows, no matter what happens, he’ll be okay, because this is what matters, his boyfriends, their laughs, their kisses. As long as he has this he can overcome anything.