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Max walked to his car next to his teammate Carlos after a good match of Padel. It was a sunny day in the principality of Monaco and they were on a two-week break of the season. 

"So, are you going tonight?" Carlos said, referring to Lando's celebration of his anniversary in F1. 

"Yes, I've drifted away from Lando, but I think I'll go." He replied. Over the years he and the man had drifted apart but that didn't mean he was not going to attend an important event in his life. "You?"

"Yeah, me too. I may arrive late but I'll be there. I have to check some things with a sponsor." 

He said goodbye to his friend and went home, then spent the rest of the day on a meeting of team redline and then on a stream with his friends. 

At night he went to Jimmy'z where he spotted the table of Lando and his friends. He cursed Carlos, he was not there yet and most of Lando's friends were immature in some ways so he could only be with them for 30 minutes until he got annoyed.

Max mingled with them for a while, he ordered his first drink and then went to stand at the DJ stage with his friend Martin for a while, interacting with the people and vibing. He was not a good dancer but enjoyed swaying and moving his hands to the rhythm of the music, not worried about ending up being a trend on the Internet. 

He was a 3 time World Champion, was having a great season in the best Formula 1 team, and deserved to enjoy his life.

He had worked a lot to be at that point in his life and it took not only discipline and effort. He got rid of his dad and his mom was not that present. It had been difficult and painful but he understood his relationship with his parents was not healthy at all. He only kept in touch with his sister who lived in Monaco too and had a lifestyle brand.

Max eventually got tired of being in the spotlight so he went back to the table and just as he was getting bored, Lando brought a group of people he didn't know. 

Some of them were models and there were also some actors, and one of them caught his attention. He'd been in some important movies over the past years and Max had watched them but he had never met him in person. The man was multifactoral, having acted in comedy, drama, science fiction, history, and art cinema. 

He was truly talented. 

Plus he was really handsome. 

Dark hair, brown eyes, freckles all over his face, a captivating smile, and a tanned and muscled body. 

Max gave him a charming smile when he was introduced and discreetly listened to him talking in Spanish with one of his companions.

He had such an attractive voice. 

Fuck, he is really hot. 

But Max focused on finishing his drink, hoping Carlos would show up soon. 

"What are we celebrating?" Max heard and when he turned to his side, realized the man was asking him the question.

"Uhm, you, I don't know. I'm celebrating Lando's 5th anniversary in Formula 1." 

"Oh that much so soon?" 

He raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Yes. Do you like Formula 1?" The stranger nodded. "You know who I am?" 

"Of course. But you don't know who I am." 

He blushed and evidenced it was partially true. " I recognize you from some movies but can't remember your name. It's complicated." 

"Sergio, Sergio Pérez. But my friends call me Checo." 

Checo. 

"Well, It's nice to meet you. Although in my defense, Sergio is complicated to remember." 

"You can call me Checo then." The man replied, finishing his drink.

He felt his heart flutter and didn't know why. "Okay, Checo. What are you doing here?" He asked, finally feeling he wanted to be there and not leave as soon as he could.

"I came to promote my new movie, we filmed here last year but didn't get the chance to go out like this so now we have the time to do it, we are doing it." 

"How long have you been here?" He asked.

"Monday, we were in France the previous week." 

They talked a bit about the movie Sergio was starring in and then the man asked him to dance with him with a charming smile, so charming he couldn't say no. It didn't matter that he was not the best dancer. 

He didn't know how much time had passed until one of Checo's friends whispered something in his ear and he nodded. 

"Fuck, we are leaving." 

No.

"What? Why? So soon." 

"I know, apparently they want to go to the casino." 

He sighed and nodded. "Yeah, sure. It's fun! Go." 

Checo nodded and scratched his nose before giving him an intense stare. "But uhmm I'm leaving until next weekend. Maybe we can hang out another time." 

Max couldn't control the smile that showed up on his face. "Yeah, I would like that." 

"Can I have your number?" 

Max stayed quiet for a few seconds. He was really wary of whom he gave his number to, but somehow he trusted him so he agreed. 

After making sure it was the right number, Sergio said goodbye and Max stood there following him with his eyes until the man disappeared.

"Did you really give him your number?" Carlos asked, startling Max.

"Fuck! Where the hell did you come from?!" 

"I've been here for the last 20 minutes, mate." 

Max sighed and sat, his feet were killing him for all the dancing and walking. "I did. I like him." 

"He seems like a nice person." 

"Yeah, he does." 

"I've heard good things about him. So what now?"

"Ahhh...I think 3 more drinks and I'm fully drunk." 

"No, Max, with him. What's next?" Carlos asked, making a drink for him. 

"Ah, I don't know for sure. We have each other's number but I have no idea."

It was all so unexpected he didn't have a plan and didn't know how to start a conversation. 

He didn't need to anyway. He got so wasted he woke up late in the morning and immediately had a meeting with his manager, so by the time he checked his phone it was 3 pm. His heart almost burst out of his chest when he saw a text from a new contact. He scolded himself because he was acting like a teenager. 

Hey, how did the party go? (1:27 pm)

Good, and the Casino? (3:03 pm)

He started to roam in his fridge to find something to eat and once he found his leftovers from that Chinese restaurant he had ordered in the afternoon, he took his phone again. 

Better than expected, everyone thought I was going to lose all my money (3:05 pm)

Max smiled, he was such a captivating man. 

I'm glad you are not leaving Monaco poor. (3:07 pm) 

Enough for me to wake up late in the morning. (3:10 pm) 

Once his food was heated, he sat in front of his TV to watch a chapter of Yellowstone. 

"Lazy day I guess. What are you up to now?" (3:15 pm) 

Max smiled when he read the text. 

Is he asking me out? 

But then he remembered his schedule and his heart sank. 

"Packing. I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going to England to the fabric of the team. Sim work, you know." (3:18 pm) 

Ten minutes passed and he didn't get an answer, so he panicked a bit. "I'm coming back on Wednesday though." (3:28 pm) 

He waited anxiously, worried Sergio had lost interest in him. His food suddenly was tasteless and he couldn’t pay attention to the show anymore. He wasn't like that, but there was something about the man that had him acting that way. 

"Great." (3:40 pm) 

Fuck, what does that mean? 

Is he happy I'm returning?

Is it just a polite reply? 

When are you leaving? (3:45)  

He hoped Checo got the hint. He wasn't that collaborative when he was seeing or interested in someone normally.

Sunday (3:58 pm) 

Max was reading the texts embarrassingly fast and was getting anxious about the lack of interest in them. Just as he was thinking about what to reply. He got another one. 

Sorry, I was in a brief meeting with my manager and she hates it when I don't pay attention to her. If she caught me texting it would be World War III

Maybe we can hang out after you come back. 

Thursday? (4:02 pm)  

The smile returned to his lips and he let out a relieved laugh.

Fuck, Max. Get a grip. 

Yeah, I think so. There are so many places to visit. 

I mean, you said you'd never had a chance to have a tour here (4:03 pm) 

Are you offering me a tour, Max? (4:05 pm)

He bit his lip, choosing his answer. Knowing it depended most on how things would develop the next few days. 

If you want to, yes (4:07 pm) 

Max spent the next two days in Milton Keynes working on the sim, with his team, and doing photo shoots he hated, but thinking about the places he would take Checo on Thursday.

At 9 am he picked him up at his hotel and felt starstruck, remembering how attractive he was. The man was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and sunglasses, giving him a smile. 

"Hey," Checo said once he sat next to him.

"Hi." He said shyly. 

"What's our first stop?" 

"I'm taking you for breakfast. The good thing about Monaco is that so many famous people live here it's not usual for people to take pictures of you." 

With that in mind, he took him to Gran Caffé, a small restaurant with homemade products at 57 Rue Grimaldi, where he learned Sergio loved coffee but that day wasn't in the mood for it and also learned he liked healthy food, didn't just eat it because he had to. 

"How did it go in England?" Checo asked while cutting his mushroom and cheese omelet. 

"Good. It was work." He replied, eying the menu, wishing he could order a carpaccio. 

"You didn't go out?" 

"No, Milton Keynes is not like that. I stayed at my apartment in the night." 

"Apartment?" Sergio asked, confused. 

"Yes, we get one for those days we stay there or if our home is away. I live here and have the jet so I don't usually use it." He then bit his Pain au Chocolat. 

"Carlos lives here too?" 

He nodded, enjoying the bread. "Yes, he is my neighbor actually." 

"And how is Milton Keynes?" Checo asked, wanting to listen more about what he had to say. 

That made Max feel happy and warm because he talked a lot but not many people actually listened or seemed interested in what he had to say. He noticed Checo was really curious about what was on his mind. 

After that, they started their tour. Max was a selfish man and considering he didn't know if he was going to see Checo again, decided to give him a tour to places that were not crowded. Still, they were breathtaking and worth the visit. Not ordinary, just what the man wanted. 

He took him to Fort Antoine and explained the history of the place. As the name indicated it was a fort built in the 18th century overlooking the bay.

As Checo said he loved the view and those were the kind of places he was looking for, he decided to take him somewhere even better, finding it pleasing to make the man smile. 

He drove for a while, to the sound of reggaeton music and next to a happy Sergio, until he parked in a hidden place, far above sea level. It was like a cliff, filled with rocks where you could see the city and the ocean. 

Checo sat next to him in silence. 

"This is where I come sometimes when I want to be alone." He confessed. "I get to have a view of the city that reminds me of freedom. When I feel like F1 is too much I come here to remember why I came and why it is all worth it." 

"Freedom?" Checo asked, with his eyebrows furrowed. 

"Yes. As soon as I turned 18 I came to live here on my own, away from my father. That way he couldn't tell me what to do 24/7." 

The man just nodded and looked around. "Can I take pictures?" 

Uh? 

"Yeah, sure. No need to ask." He replied, puzzled.

"It's just, it's your place, Max." 

"Well, I want to share it with you." He replied, giving him a small smile. 

Checo looked so handsome. Hair moving in all directions, sunglasses on, his t-shirt showing his sculpted body, and his tan so attractive he wondered what the rest of him looked like. 

He stared at him with no shame, wanting to memorize the view. Checo focused on his task of taking pictures. 

When the man turned around to talk, Sergio's mouth closed. They looked at each other for a few seconds, lost in their eyes, and slowly the man closed the distance, giving his lips a kiss. Sweet and gentle. Clearly cautious about his reaction. 

But Max had no problem with it, in fact, he wanted more, so he closed the distance again and kissed him. It was gentle too but a bit longer, wanting to show Checo he liked him too. 

The man kissed him back, gently caressing his cheek and Max never felt so good. It was the sweetest kissing session he'd ever had and it felt so right. It all felt so right. They never confessed their attraction to each other and yet they knew it was there. The silent communication Max never had shared with anyone else and always thought only existed in the movies.

He is an actor, an idiot. 

He pulled away, biting his lip and not knowing what to say.

Checo laid his hands behind him, getting comfortable and looking at the landscape. "I've been dying to kiss that tempting birthmark on your lip since the moment we met." 

Max instantly blushed and he was thankful he was already red because of the sun. 

"Why didn't you do it then?" 

"Because I didn't know how you would react." The man shrugged.

"Well, now you know." He replied, looking at the view too, not knowing what to do or say next. It was so weird. With other people, he would have brushed it off because it wouldn't mean anything to him. Just with Checo, he couldn’t.

"I'm an actor, so I've had many kisses but this certainly is the best I've ever had." 

Max blushed and laughed. "Good, I love winning." 

"I know. You always give your best. Oh and the best place too." 

"I had to take you here to get a kiss apparently." 

"You would have gotten it anyway, eventually," Checo said, winking at him and he just smiled. 

My god, he is so cute. 

As he was about to talk, the man's phone rang and with apologetic eyes answered it. Max stayed silent, looking around and enjoying the view. It was all so calm and private.

He knew he was already fucked. There was no way he could go back to his favorite place in Monaco without thinking about the attractive and charming man next to him. 

Checo's sigh made him go back to reality. "It was my agent." 

Fuck.

"That doesn't sound good." He replied. 

"I have to go back. The director and producer of the movie want to have a meeting about some post-production last-minute details." 

Max instantly felt sad and it kind of worried him. He barely knew the man and was already feeling affected by him. Still, he nodded and stood up. "Yeah, sure. Let me take you back to the hotel."  

His mind started racing with different questions and scenarios. 

When am I seeing him again? 

Am I seeing him again? 

Does he want to? 

As he walked to the car, a hand stopped him and he turned around. Concerned brown eyes under the sunglasses and a frown that showed the wrinkles already present that Max really liked. 

"Max, I'm sorry."

He sighed and gave him a tiny and resigned smile. "It's okay, I get it. It's work." 

"It is. But how about we see each other again? Tomorrow?" 

Max felt a sense of relief covering all over his body. 

"Yeah, sure." He replied as he walked to the driver's side of the car but remembered something as he sat and closed the door. "Fuck, I can't in the morning." 

"It's okay," Checo said, giving him a gentle smile. "I'm free tomorrow so just tell me the hour and I'll be ready."

It felt so nice to have someone willing to be with him whenever he was available. 

He left Checo and continued with his life, and life meant spending hours on his sim until it was time for bed. 

Fortunately for him, time flew fast, and was once again sitting in front of Sergio eating and chatting. 

"How was your day?" The man asked, cutting his stake. 

"Good. Rupert was ruthless with the workout and I hated it but there is nothing I can do about it. Then I had a long-ass meeting with my engineers." 

"Which was worse?" Checo asked, amused. 

"Workout. But I have to because I tend to gain weight so fast, so I have to work out and have a diet. Most of the year. Sometimes I wish I was shorter. My life would be easier." He confessed. 

"No, I like you tall," Checo said and he smiled., suddenly liking his height again.

After having lunch, they walked in the harbor for a while, enjoying the weather and view. Max stayed quiet listening to Checo talk about those times he had gone to a beach in Mexico and he chartered a yacht with his family. 

They were walking back to the car and Max was wondering where to take him next when something odd happened. It started to rain heavily. In Monaco, it barely rained. 

After hearing Checo complain it was too soon to return to his room, Max did something unexpected. He invited him to his apartment. He could lend him some clothes. 

Once he opened the door of his big and spacious loft, he let Checo get inside.

"So, what do you want to do now?" He asked, looking around. He clearly didn't think it through and had no idea what to say. Max just wanted to have more time with the man. 

He also didn't know where they stood. After their goodbye peck, they hadn't engaged in any type of display of affection. Max was starting to worry the man regretted what had happened.

"I don't know," Checo said, looking around too. "You could give me a tour." 

That helped him relax and he agreed. They spent 30 minutes in front of his sim where Max explained to Checo how it all worked. It wasn't just a hobby, he practiced there too. 

They ended up watching Star Wars, sitting on the couch, slowly closing the distance as teenagers, until Max could feel Checo's body next to his. 

He tried his best to look at the movie, trying to ignore his insecurities and the voices in his head. 

Checo is happy. Look at him, he is smiling. 

It all got forgotten at one part of the movie he laughed at, enjoying the film and moving back to get more comfortable. That's when he realized Checo was giving him a fond smile. 

"What?" He asked, confused. 

Instead of talking, Checo held his cheek and pulled him closer. Giving him a simple kiss that felt so good he still marveled how it was all so wonderful with him.

He kissed him back, trying to show the man that despite not taking the first step, he did want it. 

Instead of feeling satisfied, they became even more hungry for each other. Max barely could breathe between kisses but he didn't care, he just wanted more of that feeling, of Checo. 

He didn't know when, but he realized he was in the man's lap when he felt his fingers touching the skin of his waist under his t-shirt, making him feel goosebumps all over his body. 

After what felt like a pleasurable eternity, one that made him feel in heaven every time their tongues touched, Sergio pulled away gently.

"Fuck, this is better than I expected." 

He smiled, feeling happy the man felt the same way as he did. "Yes?" 

"Yeah," Checo said, pulling their bodies closer and feeling each other. They looked at one another for a few seconds, knowing what they both wished. "Do you want to?" 

He bit his lip, considering his answer. Of course, he wanted to, but what if Sergio didn't. 

"You?"

The man, with the confidence of a successful actor, smirked and talked, running his hands over his thighs. "Of course, I' 've been wanting you for a while." 

Max smiled, and feeling brave, took him to his room, where they locked for the next hour getting lost in the lust and need they had for each other. All Max could think was how attractive Checo was and how great as a lover was too. 

As he waited for the man to get back to bed from the bathroom, he also thought about how hard it was going to be to say goodbye to him and watch his work without thinking about their wonderful time together. 

But he didn't say anything, he just laid in bed with his eyes closed, enjoying gently the touch of his fingers, as the man roamed them softly all over his body. Max would let out a sigh every time he would get a kiss on his shoulder. 

He was not that responsive with anyone, but with Checo it was different. 

The rain didn't stop and he was getting hungry and grumpy. Unlike other people, Checo found it endearing and would kiss the pout that unconsciously formed in his mouth because of his mood. 

The man offered to cook for them with whatever he had in the kitchen. Fortunately, his team had stacked up his kitchen that week with so many things that he ended up trying a dish he absolutely adored called chilaquiles. 

But his mood didn't change and it was evident apparently, making Checo pause their movie and kiss a freckle he had on his shoulder as he was half sitting on the couch with his back to Checo's front. 

"What is it?" The man asked. 

"What do you mean?" He asked and looked at the man. 

"I thought you were moody because you were hungry." 

"I was." He replied. 

"Your mood hasn't changed. What is it?"

All Max could think about was how well the man already knew him and that made his chest hurt a bit. He opted to twist his head a bit backward and found his lips into a slow but sensual kiss, Sergio immediately returned, making them get lost in it. One kiss turned to three and suddenly all he could think about were those lips and how they were awakening his body again. Eventually, he pulled away, moaning in his mouth. 

"Max, what's going on?" 

He turned around again as if he were to watch the T.V. "I'm just trying to enjoy the time we have left." He murmured and Checo sighed, running his fingers over his pale abs. "How is it going to be? Shall we pretend this never happened between us? Or am I allowed to remember it and when I get old I have the chance to tell my grandchildren about it?" 

"I'm fine with both options," Checo replied and he closed his eyes. Feeling like a punch on his chest. Apparently, he didn't like the man's reply. "But I would like a third one." 

He turned back around embarrassingly fast. "What is it? 

"That we continue with this and we see where it leads us," Checo said gently and he moved to sit in front of him, heart beating so fast.

"Us?" 

"Yes, take it step by step. I like you Max, a lot. And I think it would be cool." 

He licked his lips before talking. "Yeah, I like the idea. But, what's the purpose? I mean what are you looking for if things go well?" 

He deserved to know. It was not fair for his heart to get his hopes up for something that wasn't even a possibility in the end.

"I want you." 

"You had me tonight." He replied.

"I want you more often. I want to be with you, talk with you, and share things with you. If it all works out, I want to call you mine" 

Fuck. 

He blushed and smiled. "Really?" 

"Yes, why wouldn't I?" 

"Am I getting punked or something? Is this a kind of joke?" He asked, looking around. There was no way it could be that easy and fast.

"No, Max. I mean, we will take it one day at a time. But..." 

"But I'm an F1 driver, you are an actor. It will be so hard because of our schedules." 

"We'll manage." 

"But I'll be gone for a month." He whispered, looking down. 

Checo raised his head, with a gentle touch of his chin. "We'll be in touch, Max. If that is what you want." 

"Of course." He said immediately and then bit his lip. "But what if I see a photo of you going out with someone else? You are a famous actor, you have tons of people waiting for an opportunity with you." 

Checo smiled and kissed him. "Relax. You want to go out with someone else?" 

"No." He immediately denied it. 

"I don't either. Do you want to make this exclusive?" 

Yes, please. 

"Yeah, I think I do." 

Checo smiled and pulled him closer by the waist. "How could I have eyes for someone else when I have the most gorgeous man in front of me?" 

He rolled his eyes but inside felt as if he could burst into happiness. "I hope you think that way while we are away." 

"Are you a jealous man, Max?" 

Well...

Wanting to start their relationship in a good way he decided to tell the truth. 

"Yes, I can be jealous." He confessed, playing with Checo's fingers. 

"You can trust me when I tell you I only have eyes for you. I never imagined this would happen." The man said and leaned in to kiss him. 

He moaned into the kiss and tangled his fingers through Checo's hair as the man pulled him closer by the waist. "What do you mean?" 

"I've liked you for a while now. I mean as" 

"In a crush? Like the celebrity kind of crush?" He asked, amused. 

"Yeah, since 2019, by the way." 

He blushed with that revelation. Interesting. 

"You liked my temper?" 

"Yeah, do you still have it?" Checo asked, running his hands over his sides. 

"Sometimes." He shrugged. "So, that means you were rooting for me at AD 21?" 

Checo chuckled and nodded. "Of course, I was awake at ungodly hours because of you. 4 am." 

That 's so sweet. 

Max kissed his cheek softly. "So, was I what you expected?" 

"Even more," Checo said, pushing him to rest on the couch so he could lay on top of him. "You are so fucking hot." 

Max giggled, running his hands over his cheeks and tangling his legs around his waist, looking up at Checo. "So are you." 

"Enough for round two?" The man asked, running a hand slowly over his thigh and he sighed in pleasure. 

"Yes." He said, and paused the forgotten movie, choosing to get lost in the man one more time before he left. 

The rain didn't stop so he offered Checo to stay the night with him and the man gladly accepted. Sleeping next to him was so great he didn't want to get out of bed. He only did because he had to train with Rupert and the man ended up meeting Checo. 

That's when he realized for the first time the effect the man had on everyone else. Rupert got so excited when he spotted him going to the kitchen, as they were in his balcony training, that Max had to tell him to calm down. When he finally got the chance to meet him, Rupert asked for a picture and asked him about his future projects. 

Checo left late in the afternoon, having to pack for his trip back to L.A. Their goodbye kiss turned into two, three, and a make-out session because they didn't want to let go. 

----

His life for the past week and a half had been so unexpected in a great way. When he traveled to Monaco, he never imagined he would hook up with an F1 driver and talk about getting serious. Not any f1 driver. 

Max.

Max Verstappen.

He's felt attracted to him for years now but never got the chance to meet him and even less considered the possibility of dating him.

But just like people said, he is inevitable. 

He was in L.A. already, busy with promo commitments, but still managed to find ways to talk with Max, despite the time difference being shit. It hadn't been much because he was not too keen to text all the time but it had been enough and every message he got, made his heart race. 

After meeting Max he decided to watch as many practices, qualys and races as possible. So on Thursday night, he was sitting in front of his T.V. watching the practices. 

At FP2 while he waited for the cars to go out, he decided to text Max. The camera had recorded him jumping out of the car. 

So handsome is the driver that leads the FP1. (10.21 pm) 

I promised myself I would watch it all but this is so boring 

As he went to the kitchen for a beer, he heard his phone buzz. 

I know, fucking rain. It's always an issue here (10:23 pm) 

Thanks for watching 

Like a teenager, he felt his heart skip a beat. Max Verstappen in Japan, somewhere lost in the Red Bull garage was texting with him as he waited for the rain to stop. 

I didn't expect a quick reply (10: 25 pm) 

Where are you? 

My driver's room, I'll be back in a bit but we are not going out. I don't think any driver will. 

That is if you want to turn it off. (10: 28 pm) 

Checo kept the TV on as he read some emails and accidentally fell asleep watching a movie right after. Woke up 3 hours later to the ring of his phone. 

"Hello?" He was confused, because didn't read who it was. 

"Hey, did I wake you up?" Max asked, worried. 

"Yeah, but it's okay." He replied, sitting up. "Fell asleep accidentally. How did it go?" 

"As best as I could, I had a debrief and now I'm on my way to the hotel. Tomorrow is another day." Max sounded a bit frustrated.

"It is. Everything will be fine. You always get everything, Max." 

"Yes. It's just...they changed the calendar so this wouldn't happen...but anyway. I'm in my room now, so we can speak freely." He heard Max close the door of his room. "Do you have anything to distract me?" 

"In fact I do!" He said, glad to have something to help him. "I forgot to tell you. I went to a photo shoot and I made the Makeup department work even more." 

"Why?" 

"I had, it's not completely gone yet, a bite mark on my chest. More rather like the junction between my chest, neck, and shoulder. I wonder who." 

"My god," Max said and he sounded muffled, he probably had his hands covering his mouth. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." 

"Oh, don't be sorry, I loved it." And he really did, when he found out about it, felt fire all over his body. Nothing like a passionate lover, and Max was a hot and passionate one. 

"Wait. You were shirtless in the photoshoot?" Max asked, annoyed. 

"Yeah, for a magazine." He heard Max snort. "Are you showing your signs of jealousy?" 

"Well, everyone will have your pictures and they'll use them as they want. You've never done a shirtless photoshoot." 

"I have at the beach." 

"Was the photo shoot at the beach?" Max asked. 

Ah fuck. 

"No, but you get to have the real me, so no problem." He said to calm him down and tried to change the subject. "Hey, can you save a Japan cap for me?" 

That weekend went wonderful for the team and he felt so much pride looking at Max at the podium, he felt butterflies on his stomach like a teenager even though he was 34, knowing that man was waiting impatiently to be alone to finally talk with him. 

As soon as he got some free time, Max called him and he got the opportunity to congratulate him and listen to him excitedly telling him everything about the race. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, while the other man was still with his team for a debrief.

Everything continued to go smoothly, Max stayed in Japan the weeks off, getting to know the country and they continued to get to know each other. He was in negotiations for another movie, so he spent several hours talking with his agent and lawyers. Also, he was about to launch a clothing line and a tequila brand. 

As they talked about how much they missed each other, Max suggested he could go to the Miami Grand Prix as his guest and he accepted, making sure his schedule was clear for that weekend.

Wanting to spend as much time as possible, Max arrived in Miami on Monday, and so did he a few hours later. As soon as he landed, he went to the Hard Rock Hotel to visit his boyfriend. 

A few seconds after he knocked on the door, Max opened it with a big smile. 

"Hey!" 

"Hey, mate!" He said, closing the door and following him inside the room. "How is jet lag?" 

"Killing me but it's fine. I'm happy to be here." The man said shyly. He clearly was doubtful about how to act after a month of being apart.

TV didn't do justice to Max, he was so gorgeous. So tall, so blonde, and his eyes were so blue. 

"Me too." He said and pulled him by the waist to give him a long kiss, showing Max how much he had wanted to do that. "I've wanted to give you one for so long."

When the man pulled away, he was blushing. "Me too. Thanks for coming." 

"Thank you for inviting me." He said, stepping back. 

"Oh! I have something for you! Wait!" Max didn't let him talk and disappeared for a minute in his room, then walked back to him with a big smile and something in his hands behind his body. "I saved one." He showed what was on his right hand. The Japanese edition cap, with the number 1 in it. "It had to have the 1, of course." 

"Obviously," Checo replied, taking it with a smile. "Thanks, Max!" 

He's been wanting to tell him a pet name for some days now but wanted to wait until they were together to see his reaction, to know if he had overstepped a limit. 

"You're welcome. And I have other things too." Max replied and gave him an RB bag. "You'll have to wear it for the Grand Prix." 

He opened the bag and gave him a suspicious stare. Inside was a cap, a black T-shirt, and a blue shirt, all Miami special edition. 

He gave him a smile, and pulled him closer again for another kiss, feeling Max's grin on his lips. "Thanks, mi amor." He felt Max gasp as he gave him another kiss, and Max returned it with passion, pulling him closer by the neck. 

"You're welcome. I'm expecting to see you wearing it." 

"Of course." He replied, kissing his cheek. "Are you okay with the pet name?' 

Max nodded, blushing. "Yes, I like it." 

Then led him to the couch, where the man devoured his mouth like there was no tomorrow, making him remember how wonderful their time was in Monaco. 

Eventually, Max pulled away and licked his lips. "Where are you staying?" 

"A house I have, here." 

"What? You own a house here?" 

"Yeah, several. I love real estate, I just don't advertise the properties as mine because obviously, people will rent them just out of curiosity." 

Over the years, he'd invest his money in properties all over the country and in the best cities and beaches in Mexico.

"Not fair, and here I am staying at a hotel." Max pouted and his heart swelled. He looked so cute. 

"Oh, poor you. Staying at a luxury suite." The man smiled and slapped his arm. "Do you want to stay with me?"

"Really?" 

"Of course, we can have privacy." 

"But it would be only for 2 nights, people need to see me coming out of here because of the sponsorship," Max explained, furrowing his eyebrows. 

"It's okay. What do you say? Do you want to spend the night with me?" 

"Did you come prepared?" The man asked with a flirty smile. 

He knew what he meant, those days he spent with Max he only had 2 condoms, so they ended up using the spare ones the younger man had in his department. Not his favorites but they did the job. Max had told him one of his friends had given them to him as a joke. 

"I have a full box in my suitcase waiting to be used." As he said that, he felt a shiver running down his spine. 

Max looked so hot in his white T-shirt and shorts. 

"You don't have any with you right now?" 

Oh.

"Yes, in my wallet. Why?" 

Max shrugged and stood up."Curiosity. Now let me pack." 

He groaned frustrated as he let himself be fooled by the man, thinking with his dick instead of his head. 

An hour later, he was opening the door of his villa, letting Max in. It was a two-story, 5 bathroom villa in white with details in black and gray, two living rooms, a gym, and a pool with a hot tub looking at the lake.

He didn't have a lot of personal things there because he was going to live in it for a few days. He only brought personal stuff when he would spend vacations there as it was his favorite property in Miami. 

After giving the man a tour, they jumped into the pool with a big smile on their faces. 

"So you are in real estate," Max stated. 

"Yes, this is my favorite one here."

"It's really big." Max said, looking at the house. 

"Yeah, I've had great parties here." He said, remembering the celebrations he had with his friends and co-workers, and Max pursed his lips. "What is it?" 

"Nothing."

"Is it about the parties?" 

"Do you go out a lot?" Max, asked.

"Sometimes, it comes with the job. Why? You don't?" 

"On breaks mostly. But it's not something I always do. I'm a more private person." The man explained and he nodded, understanding considering Max's consuming schedule. "What are we doing tonight?"

"Considering you arrived today, I was thinking we have a chill night. I want to go to Esquina Mexicana, the food is delicious, you'll love it. And I don't think anyone would leak when we are there. What do you say?" 

"Greasy Mexican food? Let's go. Raymond is already mad at me, so whatever." Max, said smiling. 

Raymond? 

"Who is Raymond? I only know Rupert." 

"He is my manager. My dad hired him so he can be quite controlling." 

His fucking father. 

"And why is he angry?" He asked, hugging him by the waist. 

"Because I'm with you. He said I'll get distracted but I honestly don't give a shit. I'm having fun and still focused on winning." 

Fuck you, Raymond. 

"I don't even know him and I don't like him already. I won't make you lose focus, Max." 

After a brief nap, he drove them to the restaurant and got a spot in the corner, perfect for their need for privacy. Max was excited and couldn’t stop looking around. He looked so cute, Checo pulled him close for a kiss, but he just couldn't get away, and didn't want to, so he kept kissing him, aware there were people around but somehow knew they wouldn't leak their location. Max was enjoying his attention too, returning the kiss with a smile on his face. 

He learned Max hated seafood so their selection was narrower and they ended up ordering birria, pastor, carnitas, and asada tacos, and he made sure Max tried a burrito, guacamole, pico de gallo, and refried beans. 

He got Max a bit tipsy with a Kiwi margarita and a modelo. He looked so happy eating and looking at the NBA game on the T.V., that he forgot for a minute the man was an F1 driver and he was an actor.

"What?" Max asked when he realized he was looking at him.

"Nothing, you look happy." 

"I am! I didn't know about this place and it's my third race here!" Max said, finishing his beer. 

"Yeah, you don't mix with the rest of the people. Don't worry, I'll take you to a fancy restaurant tomorrow." He replied, kissing his cheek and Max rolled his eyes. 

"I love it here! And what about you Mr. Hollywood?!" 

"What about me? I invited you here. I know about these places." Max pouted knowing he had lost their argument. "Another round and we go back to the house?" He asked and then kissed him.

"Yes, baby." 

He smiled, listening to Max calling him a pet name. 

When he took him back to the house, he immediately lead him upstairs where he finally opened his box of condoms, fucking Max on all fours, the man showing him with the movement of his hips and his ass how eager he was for him. 

He took Max while looking at his red and sweaty face through the mirror and he thanked the universe for the opportunity to get to know and have the man he'd wanted for several years. He was better than expected. Max was cute and sweet. 

And warm and tight. And so noisy. 

Max's moans and whimpers got him crazy, making him thrust into him roughly, looking through the mirror at how Max's body moved violently forward. 

1 month. After 1 month of waiting for that moment, the opportunity to have him again at his mercy made it all so much more intense and after making sure Max came on his tanned left hand, he did the same letting out a guttural groan. It was so intense he felt waves of pleasure for a few seconds after. 

After cuddling with Max and telling him a bit about his family, they fell asleep happy and satisfied. 

He focused on showing Max the secret jewels of Miami for the next few days until the weekend started. It turned out that apparently, he had some sort of influence in the North American fandom because after he showed up on Saturday with his cap and black t-shirt they got sold out. And the same thing happened with the shirt he wore on top of Max's white Alpha Tauri t-shirt on race day. 

He took pictures with fans and the RBR personnel and even was invited for a dynamic with Max that was recorded and posted on the team's Instagram profile. They couldn't hide the smiles on their faces even if they wanted to.

Max won the race and he got to clap at him under the podium with the team and reporters. People didn't ask why he was there and he loved standing there supporting his boyfriend who gave him a sweet smile as they heard the Dutch anthem. 

Max accepted his offer and cleared his schedule to fly to L.A. so they could spend more days together but before that, his friends chartered a yacht and they spent Monday noon and afternoon in it, drinking, kissing, and hugging each other, while talking with Checo's friends, knowing they could trust them. His camera had never been so filled with pictures in one weekend only.

He had a wonderful week with Max, showed him his mansion in Hollywood Hills, introduced him to his close friends, and went to parties with him. 

But when Max traveled back to Europe things changed unexpectedly. Suddenly the man was not as talkative as he used to be, and it got worse as time passed by. Max didn't tell him what was going on, he was just...distant, barely talking. His performance didn't get affected, he was still winning every race and breaking records. 

Checo still watched the race and did his best at watching every practice and qualy but it really hurt him. The indifference and lack of communication. 

When Max left L.A. they were in such a good stage in their relationship and out of nowhere it was slowly falling apart. It all hurt even more when the Montreal GP was held and he was not invited, Max didn't even mention anything. 

And things in his public image started to get awkward because rumors about them dating were starting to fly. He was asked in a late-night talk show what he had with Max because there were rumors of them being spotted together in clubs in L.A. 

He hadn't talked with Max about how they wanted to handle their relationship with the public, and he was afraid any answer would piss Max off so he just laughed. He didn't confirm their relationship but didn't deny it either. 

He was about to start the promotion of his tequila brand and needed to focus on that, so he decided to end his suffering and texted Max about meeting. 

I'm going to Spain. (13:23 PM) 

Do you have tickets? (13:40 pm) 

He rolled his eyes. So cynical. 

No. I'm going there to meet you. Not for the GP. (13:45 pm)

 I don't know if I'll have any free time (13: 55 pm) 

Don't worry, I'll check with Gemma. (14:10 pm) 

He texted Max´s media manager because he didn't trust Raymond and made sure to get tickets for the trip. 

On Wednesday morning, he was knocking on Max's hotel room, prepared for anything. 

"What are you doing here?" Max was surprised to see him standing there. So handsome as always with his white T-shirt, blue jacket, and jeans. He looked a bit thinner though and had a haircut.

"Came to talk to you." He said, stepping into the room. Everything indicated Max had just arrived. 

"I thought I'd see you at the track tomorrow." 

"No. It can't wait." He said, with a serious tone. 

"Well, I can't right now." 

Fuck. Why is he doing this? 

"Max..." 

"I mean it. I have a commitment with the team right now, and I can't. I'll be back until late in the afternoon." 

"Well, I'll wait for you here. We need to talk." 

The man hesitated and then nodded, then said goodbye, leaving him there with nothing to do. 

If he was a toxic boyfriend he would be looking around, searching for something that would indicate Max's behavior, but he wasn't. He had a long night ahead so he decided to take a nap. 

His nap turned into something even longer and he woke up when he felt movement beside him. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside was dark and only the lamp on Max's side of bed was on.

"Hey, how much did you sleep?" 

"I fell asleep as soon as you left. It was supposed to be a nap." He said, turning around to lay on his back, and cleaning his face from the drool he had near his mouth."How long have you been here?" He asked. 

Max was sitting on his side of the bed, his back leaning on the headrest. "I just arrived." He nodded and pursed his lips. "You said you wanted to talk." 

"Yes, don't you?" Max just shrugged and that made him sigh, looking to the other side briefly, frustrated by his attitude. "Max, what the fuck?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Are you for real? What is going on? You are acting so unlike you. Is this not affecting you? And don't even dare to say you don't know what I'm talking about, Max." 

"Tell me what you have in mind," Max whispered, looking at his hands. 

"Well, I'm confused as fuck. We had a great time in L.A. or I thought we did." 

"We did," Max confirmed quickly.

"And out of nowhere, you started behaving weirdly, avoiding me, ignoring me. Did I do something wrong? I think I've done everything right. Tell me because I need to know what to do." 

"You did nothing wrong. It's me. So much has been happening..." 

"And why didn't you tell me?" He asked, not understanding. 

"Are you going to break up with me?" Max asked out of nowhere. 

Whoa. What? Me?

"Do, do you want me to?" He asked, confused. "Is that what you want? Because it seems so. You are acting that way." He was so frustrated and confused that he didn't notice had moved closer to Max, resting on his forearm. 

The man stayed quiet for a few seconds, still looking at his hands, and Checo felt his breath taken away for a moment. 

Fuck. This is it?

"No, I don't want to. You?" 

He sighed, relieved, despite still feeling confused. "No, Max. I traveled all the way to Europe to meet you. Of course not. But what is going on? Tell me. We need communication." 

Max sighed, closing his eyes before talking. "I have so many things stuck in my mind. I realized I was getting attached to you so fast in such a short period and I freaked out. What would happen if we broke up? Are you in the same stage as I am?" Max asked, lying in bed, next to him. "You are so good and so handsome. Such a talented actor. And that's when it clicked. You are an actor. I got worried about you knowing how to act and your actions and feelings were not genuine." He laughed, incredulous. "I know, it sounds stupid, but my insecurities got the best of me after some news that'd been the main reason I've been acting weird as you said." Max looked at him and hesitantly ran a hand on his cheek, the side where he had a mark of sleep. "I'm sorry I acted this way. It's so weird for me and so personal, I'm trying to handle it without leaking. You know everything was about Christian this year for weekends and Toto talking about me leaving Red Bull..." 

"You can tell me anything." He had a feeling about who it could be about. 

"It's my dad." What did that motherfucker do? "He is angry I kicked him out and I'm not obeying Raymond anymore, so he's preparing to sue me."

What the hell? 

"Sue you?"

"Yeah, apparently he thinks he owns me or at least my public image because "He made me", quite literally and on the professional side, so he thinks he gets to have some part of my earnings." 

"And what's your plan?" 

"I don't know. I mean, my lawyers told me and we hadn't got the chance to talk about it. Plus, Raymond is with me the entire time. You know he is my dad's puppet. My team is not really focused on the intellectual property part that much, we hired external lawyers. If we start moving now, Dad would know and we want a good strategy. I don't want this to be public, eventually it will be but I want to be legally prepared when it happens." 

"You think it will leak?" 

"My dad will make sure it does. Just like all that bullshit at the beginning of the season. That's why I kicked him out." 

What a scumbag. 

"And you didn't think about telling me this? Ask for help?" He replied. 

"I'm not used to asking for help. I manage on my own." 

"Well, I'm your partner, that's what I'm for. Not just sex." 

Max gave him a little smile. "I know. I just never had that with my previous partners." 

"Well, you can with me. Talk to me." He said, in a serious tone. "And don't ever do that again." Max nodded, biting his lip nervously. He pulled him closer and made him lay his head on his chest. Checo closed his eyes, enjoying the scent of Max's perfume and his weight on him. 

"I won't. I'm sorry." 

"And Max...I told you I had a crush on you for years. How could I be acting that? I proved to you countless times how much I like you." 

Max started to play with the hem of Checo's shirt. "I know, I'm sorry. My insecurities got the best of me." 

"I literally watch those practices just to get a glimpse of you on T.V. and you are thinking I don't like you." He said shaking his head and Max chuckled, then got closer and gave him a soft kiss, he immediately returned. 

It was slow, sweet, and gentle. Max clearly was trying to show him how much he meant to him and how sorry he was for his behavior. "Why didn't you change your clothes? You must be so uncomfortable." 

"I was supposed to take a nap only." He replied on his lips. "And I don't know what the plan was." 

"We can go out tonight. I want to take a nap though, this mini jet lag is killing me." 

They took off their clothes and as he went to the bathroom Max sat on the bed checking his phone. 

When he stepped out of the bathroom he got breathless by the sight. So gorgeous and so his. 

He didn't talk, just got him by the waist so quickly Max looked at him alarmed, and engulfed him in a tight hug and a rough kiss. At the touch of their skins, Max moaned and he let out a sigh, realizing how much he had missed him. 

A few seconds later Max pulled a few inches away slowly, licking his lips. "Thanks for coming." The man was running his fingers through his hair and they were so close Checo could feel his chest moving with an elaborate breath. 

"You're welcome. That was mean though. That text asking if I had tickets." 

Max laughed and kissed his nose. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. I was genuinely curious." 

"Well, of course, I didn't Max." After saying that, he left a bite mark on his neck, making Max hiss and pull at his hair. While he continued giving his boyfriend's neck attention, he felt Max moving his left arm frantically. "What are you doing?"

"Texting Gemma to get an All Access Pass for you. That way you can go to any race as my guest." 

He stopped with his actions and looked at him. "You don't need to." 

"I want you with me as much as possible, so yes, I do." 

He laughed, happy his boyfriend was going back to who he was with him, and pulled at him so he could rest on top of him. 

After a few more kisses, they fell asleep. 

They ended up having dinner in an intimate restaurant where they talked about Checo's future projects and what he had done the last month. He told Max he was a guest in a popular TV show he liked and he was about to launch his brand of clothes. 

He was not a big fan of Barcelona but stayed the entire weekend there, sparking more rumors about them dating because he was seen arriving the next 3 days minutes after Max did, with his new pass hanging from his pocket, kind of getting used to the camera on his face every half an hour on the garage. 

He joined Max at the next race in Austria, clapping at him with the team at the podium, while the man gave him a cute and excited smile. 

Against his wishes and Max's small tantrums and pouts, he went back to L.A., missing the 3 races before summer break, but watching all of them and suggesting to Max he should spend his vacations with him in California. He had a busy month so he couldn't travel to Europe those days, especially because Max had asked him to go to the Austin and Mexico City Grand Prix with him. 

It would only be 3 weeks of vacation but it would be the longest they'll spend together and he knew it would be wonderful. 

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He never thought he would consider a place in America as home, he only went to that continent for work or parties on weekends. 

It all changed when he met Sergio. The mansion up the hill with a breathtaking view of the Hollywood sign and the city, illuminated in that moment with the lights because it was 9 pm on Sunday there. Two stories, a big living room, and kitchen, several bedrooms, Checo's one the biggest on the second floor with a great view of the city with a bathroom that had a bathtub located next to the window, giving them the chance to enjoy the view even there. 

As a house lived by several Hollywood stars, it had a huge pool accompanied by a hot tub, an outdoor dining room, and 2 outdoor lounge rooms, one at the corner of the backyard and the other, Max's favorite, the one closest to the house and dining room that had in front a long rectangular shaped fire pit. The backyard was designed so you could get a view of the city almost everywhere you stood. 

He loved sitting in front of the firepit in Sergio's arms enjoying the warmth of the fire and the view. Such a loud and hectic city, looking so small and quiet. 

That was home for him. That's the reason why he jumped on his jet as soon as he finished his duties with the team to fly to California.

By the time he arrived, it was 9 pm, and his boyfriend had a romantic dinner prepared for them. 

"Hi, amor!" Checo said, stepping out of the kitchen as he heard the door open. 

"Hello, Hollywood." He replied, hugging him. His suitcase was being carried to the bedroom.

"You are probably too tired but I thought you might want to enjoy a glass. It's one of your favorites." Checo said, giving him his glass with a rosé. 

"Thanks. I am, but I can savor it and accompany you." He replied, sitting next to the man in the dining room, in front of the grilled chicken. His boyfriend already knew he hated seafood.

"Congratulations on today, another victory." Checo leaned to kiss him and he laughed. 

"Thanks, babe. I'm happy I get to have vacations so I can spend them with you." 

"I'm happy too. I missed you terribly, but here you are now. Let's see how you deal with this side of the world." 

He rolled his eyes, as he enjoyed his wine. "With excellence of course. So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" 

"Well, I'm going to supervise a photo shoot for my brand of clothing and then I'm free. You'll probably want to sleep until late." 

He scrunched his nose. "Yeah, I do." 

"Okay, I'll go, and then when I return we plan what to do next. On Tuesday my legal team is coming, remember? Did yours come?" 

"Yes, I already told them." Max followed Checo's advice and decided to schedule a meeting with the man's legal team so together they could plan a strategy against his father. 

He was really tired, so as soon as he gave his boyfriend a goodnight kiss in bed, he fell asleep. 

When he woke up again, it was late morning, Sergio was long gone and he had several texts to check. 

He decided to read his texts and emails on the terrace, and as he stepped outside, he took a deep breath. In that place he wasn't just Max Verstappen the World Champion, he was Max, Checo's boyfriend and he got the opportunity to have the closest to what he could call a normal life. He was excited to live that new stage of their relationship.

So far it had been Checo supporting Max in all the races he could. Now it was him supporting Checo in his work and life. 

The maid was kind enough to make lunch for him and by the time Checo arrived, he was bored and wanted to go out for a while, resulting in the man driving them to a nice café where they bought frappes and sat in one of the couches outside the place.

It had been ages since he'd done something so normal like going for a frappe and sitting to enjoy it, so as a thank you he pulled Sergio closer with his hand on his neck and kissed him, moving his lips in a slow rhythm, enjoying the attention and the man's hand on his thigh. 

"Thank you for this." He whispered.

"No need to thank me. I like spoiling you, you deserve to be spoiled." 

He smiled and pulled him for another kiss, slow and sweet with just enough passion for Checo to lay his hand on his ass and get him closer. He loved being spoiled by that man, whether it was with a frappé, a dinner, a sensual massage in the bathtub, or anything, he loved it. 

Max got comfortable leaning on Checo with his back to his chest and the man wrapped his left arm around his body, over his shoulder, holding his hand. All Max could think was that it was such a boyfriend's behavior.

Checo looked so hot with his white t-shirt, aquamarine shorts, loafers, and hexagonal sunglasses. His hair was longer than the last time he saw him. 

He understood why people lost his shit when they saw him. He was breathtaking. That didn't mean he didn't get jealous and a bit possessive when he read people's reactions to his boyfriend online. Checo only laughed and kissed him. 

"Do you have any idea what you want to do these weeks? Any place you want to go?" Checo asked. 

"Well, I want to go to the beach. I don't know which one you recommend." He said, enjoying the coldness of the frappe contrasting the heath. 

"We can go to Malibu or Carmel. I have houses there." 

"Or we can go to both of them." He suggested smiling.

"Yes, we can do that. Anything else?"

"I don't know, I guess I want to have a glimpse of your life as you had of mine." 

"Baby, I only saw you train with Rupert." 

"No, you went to 3 Grand Prix with me. That's my daily life." He said. 

Checo laughed and agreed, lifting their joined hands and kissing his knuckles, then started checking his schedule to plan what they could do and he roamed through the Internet. He finished with his drink and closed his eyes, so relaxed in the protection of his boyfriend's strong arms, that he drifted off for a few minutes and only woke up at the touch of Checo's lips on his forehead. 

He slowly turned and hugged him by the waist, smiling at him. "Hi, Hollywood"

"Hello, amor." Checo leaned down and kissed him, so slow and sweet he moaned and held his head to keep him close for more. He was too tired the previous day so they had stuck to just kissing but he was starting to get needy for more. Their kisses were still slow but he could feel the need for Sergio in them and he loved it, he could also feel the grip on his waist as the man laid his hand there, wanting him closer. 

"Fuck, don't moan here," Checo said on his lips. They were the only people there. "You are driving me crazy with those low and hot sounds."

To be honest he hadn't realized he was letting sounds out, too focused on the sensations. "It's just I want you." 

"I want you too, baby," Checo replied, slowly pulling away to breathe but Max stayed in his position, looking up at him with a loving stare. "Hey, hmm I wanted to ask you something." 

"Okay." He replied, running his hand up and down his chest. 

"My family is coming next week and I was wondering if you would like to meet them." 

What? The in-laws? Yes! 

"Yeah, sure." He said, smiling. "I would love to." 

"See? As I always say to you. You are the one that gets to enjoy the real me." 

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I like the way people talk about you. You are mine." 

"And you are mine to fuck." Sergio said, slapping his ass and moving to stand up. "Let's go. I have needs to satisfy." 

He stood up, smiling, and walked to the car hand in hand with his boyfriend, a big smile on his face. The man was gentlemanly enough to open the door for him to then walk to the driver's seat. Max said he needed a break from driving for a few days and would be a great co-pilot.

When they arrived at the house, Checo prepared a bath for them, because apparently Max was red due to the heat of California, and after a few minutes he was straddling him, looking at the breathtaking view of the city and the Pacific Ocean, with the man's hands all over his body giving him a massage. He was in heaven. 

"You have no idea how long I waited for this." He said to Checo straight in the eyes. 

"Me too, amor. I love having you here." 

Love, we use that word so much.

And yet they hadn't said it to each other. 

"This is literally what I had in mind as soon as I stepped out of the car yesterday. You give the best massages." Max replied, resting his head on Sergio's shoulder and sighing at the touch of the rough hands moving slowly on his back.

"I do?" Checo asked, moving lower and running his hands over his ass. "I just want to make you feel good." The man then kissed his shoulder and he moaned.

"You always do." 

Max sat up again and pulled him by the neck quickly, giving him a seductive kiss Sergio responded immediately, drunk with his presence. 

Max sighed in his mouth when he felt Checo's finger playing with him, and moved his hips impatiently, it had been so long without him. 

"I've missed you, baby." His boyfriend said, closing his eyes and his hands back on his waist, making Max groan. 

"Me too." He replied, kissing him again, holding him close by the cheeks and devouring his mouth, playing with his tongue as he pleased, Checo letting him lead and moved his head eagerly to have more. Unconsciously, he pulled Max closer, and he sighed at the touch of their chest, the sensation of his hard-on and the man's hair scattered all over his body. 

Max loved how hairy and manly he was. 

Checo pulled away, only to start leaving kisses on his neck, making Max sigh and move his hips, asking for more. 

The man made him turn around and sit on his lap with his legs spread, he obeyed immediately. Max truly felt in heaven. The water felt amazing around his body, and Sergio's hands roaming everywhere made it all feel better, he had his hands raised back tangled in his boyfriend's dark hair, sighing in pleasure. 

"Your body is amazing, Max. You are a dream come true." 

He opened his eyes and focused on the man's hand roaming seductively all over his muscled torso, the tone of their skin contrasting in a way he loved. One of his favorite things about Checo was his tan, he looked so hot. 

Eventually, an adventurous hand got lower and started stroking him slowly, making him spread his legs further and sigh, closing his eyes in pleasure. 

"Open them, I want you to look." He heard in his ear. He moved his head and looked into his eyes, lost in the lust he saw there. "You are a vision, a treasure I want to discover all the fucking time." 

He was so lost by his voice, his eyes, and his right hand, that he whimpered when he felt a finger getting inside, making him moan and curl the fingers of his feet. 

"Is this okay?" Checo asked, moving his finger slowly, finding a way to sync that movement with the one masturbating him. 

"Yes, I want more." He replied, needing more of him and knowing Checo loved to hear it. 

"One more?" The man asked, kissing his neck and increasing the speed of his hands. 

"No, so much more. You." He replied, feeling it was not enough, it felt good but he wanted to feel full. "I want your dick." 

"But I thought you liked my fingers," Checo said, introducing one more and moving them quickly. "I've seen you enjoying them." 

He whimpered, pulling at his hair. "I do, but I want your dick now." 

It was the most delicious torture he'd ever felt, 2 hands giving him attention but it wasn't enough. Despite his moans and begs, it took minutes which felt like hours for Sergio to stand up and take him to bed. 

As the man went for a condom, Max was on his fours, wanting it rough and quick, there was time for slow later. 

He felt a hand on his ass cheek and looked at his legs as he looked between his. "So needy, you want it rough, baby? So hard you can barely keep up?" 

"Yes, please." 

Sergio agreed, kissing his shoulder blade and spreading his legs further. Then, without warning he felt his dick inside of him completely, making him gaps breathless. Two seconds later, the man started moving as he asked for, rough and fast, making his body move back and forth and the bed hit the wall. 

Max closed his eyes and bit his lip, not knowing what to do with his pleasure. He'd always enjoyed sex, but with Sergio it was different. So good, and passionate, and sometimes so dirty, he loved it. The man was so touchy, so expressive with his attraction to his body, Max felt like the most gorgeous man alive, as if he was art. 

He felt him spread his ass cheeks and kiss his back. "You are so pale, I love it. I love how easily I can mark you, knowing tomorrow your waist and thighs will have marks." He finished that with a slap on his right ass cheek, making him jump. 

It was with Checo he learned he loved being spanked. 

The man continued with his thrusts, each spank getting him closer to the edge, making him moan Checo's name and what he needed and how. It was when the man squeezed his pecs after minutes of his hands playing with his sensitive nipple he came. 

Checo didn't let him rest. The man so drunk with pleasure, made him lay on his back and started thrusting to him shallowly, so fast and hard, Max ended up softly hitting his head on the headboard several times, but he didn't care, all he cared about was his boyfriend's pleased face and his muscled body at display. 

Seeing him find his release was a vision, one of the most seductive scenes he'd ever seen and he promised himself no one else would ever have the privilege to have that view.

He kept enjoying the vision as Checo cleaned Max's torso and hips as the man had made a mess with the semen he had in his hand when Max found his release.

"I'm so thankful I like men. I get to enjoy you." He said, laying on top of him, happily tired and satisfied. 

"I can say the same. It was so rough." 

"And a bit dirty." He completed, making him laugh. "Babe." 

"Yeah?" The man said, standing up. 

He said something he had read when they were enjoying their frappes. "People know my jet is here in L.A." 

"Oh," Checo said as he stood in front of his minibar and took a sip of his bottle of water. " How do you feel about that?" Checo asked, looking at him.

He sighed. "Fine. I don't mind people finding out or knowing it already. You?" He accepted his bottle and almost finished the water.

"Me too. In fact, I can't wait to finally tell the world you are mine." Checo said and kissed his cheek, sitting next to him.

He laughed and kissed a freckle he had close to his ear. "Me too. People need to know you are taken, they go around talking about you so freely on the Internet in such a way..." 

Sergio chuckled at his response and laid back, with his hands behind his head, no prudness. "But you've never shown who you are dating or seeing." 

Ugh. I really have to talk about it now. 

"Yes, because If I say I dated someone from the grid it would be a scandal and I don't want that. I can't believe I was stupid enough to do that." 

"Are you going to tell me now who it was?" 

He sighed and nodded. It wasn't as if he didn't want to tell his boyfriend about his past, he was ashamed. Not his smartest move. 

"It was Daniel." 

"Ricciardo?" He nodded."Your teammate." 

"Yes, it didn't last that much. It was during the 2018 season and you know how it ended. He couldn't handle it all, but especially me being faster and the favorite." 

"Why didn't you tell me it was him?" Sergio asked intrigued. 

"It's not something I'm proud about, I was 21 and it was a mess. I don't have fond memories about that time." He explained shrugging.

"But you are still friends." 

"Meh. We get along I guess. We need to, he is in RB, in the family so...but with you it's different. It's a relationship I'm proud of. You are the best boyfriend and I like to brag about it." 

Checo laughed and pulled him closer. "That's a good thing. We are both proud of the other and happy for our success." 

He nodded and kissed him. "Now, how about a nap? I'm a bit tired. I wonder why, though. I can't figure it out." 

The man laughed and pinched him on his waist. "Okay, let's rest for a bit. We are going for dinner tonight." 

He nodded and turned around, sighing when he felt Checo getting closer to spoon him, and just as he was about to fall asleep he remembered something he'd had in his mind for weeks but was a bit hesitant to ask, so he took the opportunity as his boyfriend couldn’t see his face that easily. 

"Babe." He whispered.

"Yes?" 

"I was thinking about starting to take the pills." He bit his lip as he waited for his reply. 

"Oh."

"Yeah, we've been together for months and we trust each other. We just have to run some tests. That is if you want to, of course." 

"Yeah, I do. If that's what you want." Max nodded and closed his eyes, thinking the conversation was over. But it wasn't. "Max, what do you think about babies?" 

Uh

That made him open his eyes immediately. "Babies?" 

"Yeah, not right now but in general. Do you want some or not?" 

For the first time in his life, he was going to express his thoughts with someone other than his friends and he was anxious about the reaction. 

"Yeah, I want some. But not now. In a few years." He whispered. "You?" 

"Me too, not now but in the future. How many? I want 3 or 4."

"4?!" He asks laughing, "I was thinking 3 but I can negotiate the 4th." He replied without thinking too much. Then felt awkward because they were only in their 4th month together.

Chill, Max. 

But Checo kissed his shoulder and talked again. "I'm good at negotiating." 

He smiled and cuddled with the man, falling asleep after a few seconds. 

Max woke up an hour later in a different position, he had turned around and had his head on the man's shoulder, his hand on his chest. He woke up because of a phone buzzing. It was his because Checo was talking on the phone. 

He heard the man say goodbye and sigh. 

Is something wrong?

He started to get anxious. "What's going on?" He asked, lifting himself with his forearm to look Sergio in the eyes.

"There were paparazzi at the cafe." 

Oh. 

"I get it." 

"Apparently it's all over the Internet now." The man said, looking at him with a cautious stare.

"Now, I get why my phone is buzzing. It must be Raymond." 

"Yeah, probably. Alice just told me and sent me the pics." Max remembered he was not shy in the afternoon and gave a show to the paparazzi. "What's on your mind?" 

He sighed and moved Sergio's hair out of his forehead lovingly. "Nothing, it was going to happen eventually. You?" 

"The same. We are on the same page on this." Checo said and he nodded before giving him a peck. 

"Well, now it's official. Everyone knows you are mine." 

His boyfriend laughed and pulled him for a hug, then rubbed the stubble on his neck to make him squirm and smile. Max loved how easily the man could bring a smile to his face. 

Once he freed himself he answered Raymond's call and closed his eyes, annoyed as he heard the man telling him how irresponsible he was. He let him go out with that man and that was one thing, but the other was to let himself be photographed in such improper and immoral behavior. And complained he had to lose time fixing that mess, wondering what he'd have to do.

Once the man shut up thinking Max would apologize, he told him to shut up and not to worry. That he didn't care about his opinion because Checo was his boyfriend and the man's team would deal with it as both of them wished. 

"I'm firing Raymond." He said, Once he hung up Sergio looked at him with his eyebrows raised. "It's one of the topics we'll discuss tomorrow." 

"If that is what you want." 

"Yes, I'm done with his controlling tendencies, especially knowing he tells everything to my dad." 

"Okay then, as you wish." 

Max laid again on Checo's chest and took his phone out of his hand to look at the pics and he couldn’t help but smile. They really gave the paparazzi a show. Pictures of them devouring each other's mouth, Sergio's hand on his ass, him pulling the man by the neck to deepen a kiss and running his hand all over his chest, the slap on the ass he received, and their walk hand in hand to the car. 

We are perfect together. 

"Thoughts?" Checo asked. 

"I love the pictures." 

The man laughed and shook his head while Max gave him his phone back, unlocking his. "We look great together." 

"We do, we are perfect for one another." He said logging on X to look for the people's reaction and he felt a hand on his chin making him look up to receive a sweet kiss. 

"We are, amor." 

X was a mess, but mostly a good mess. Their pictures were everywhere and so were pics of a party they went to the last time they were in L.A. and a video of that time on the yacht in Miami. 

Sergio Perez and Max Verstappen are something I didn't know I needed, but now I want more.

We suspected, but now we know why the sudden interest in F1.

The fact that Checo has been a fan of Max for years and now they are dating. He is living the dream. 

Attached to the post was a picture of his boyfriend wearing his merch in 2022 and a screenshot of his tweet celebrating his 1st championship. 

He felt his heart melt. 

The adoration Checo has for Max is so sweet. Look how gently he touches his back, almost as if he would break, as if he wasn't taller and broader. 

Attached to it was the video a fan took of them in the yacht. Max was giving his back to the camera so what was visible was Checo with his eyes closed enjoying their make-out session and gently caressing his lower back.

Max remembered the touch. It was so gentle he felt a bit overwhelmed by the tenderness and let out a moan because it felt amazing. 

So, all those clothes were really Max's! 

Yes

How in love they must be to let the world know they are together? We've never seen Max with someone. 

I am in love. I just haven't confessed it, but soon. 

Suddenly I'm interested in Formula 1 and it has nothing to do with cars going fast.  

That tweet was written by a Checo stan and Max got annoyed. 

How long have they been seeing each other considering Max was spotted at a party with him after Miami?

Max, tall and intimidating Max made himself small so Checo could hug him.

Does that mean we'll see more of Max? In parties? Red carpets? 

Maybe. 

The tension between them must be too much, they both are incredibly hot.

Under that post was a reply that said: well you can see there is by Max's hands all over his chest, and Checo's fixation on Max's butt, even I hear that spank. And Max's face, he loved it. 

I do love it.

Max's letting Checo drive. That's all I have to say.

He is a good driver.

I don't know if I'm jealous of Max or Checo. 

I don't know how they managed to go to a café. If it was me I wouldn't leave the house. 

I NEED TO KNOW THEIR LOVE STORY. 

I hope Checo goes to more GP. 

Me too. 

I need that picture of them kissing. 

At one point there in the cafe, Max took selfies of them and in one of them, they were kissing. He had already signaled it as one of his favorites.

I need them to have babies, they would be gorgeous. 

They would. 

Checo in his WAG era. He beats all the WAG's. 

Max, how does it feel to know your boyfriend is your biggest fan? 

Wonderful. 

I know they are really private, but I want more pics. I need to know their story.

Checo not confirming or denying he was dating Max on that TV show! That devilish smile he had...he had us fooled. 

That sweet kiss on Max's forehead and how he has his eyes closed...I love them. Checo must be such a good boyfriend.

I wonder who is top. 

The way they were careful enough to not be seen together in the paddock. Just one video in Miami and yet everyone speculated about them being together. 

The way Max is smiling when Checo is around. He is the happiest when he is with him. You can tell by those pics and the ones of the race weeks Checo was there. 

He does make me happy. 

"That's right, actually." He heard Checo say and he looked at him intrigued. "The next day we reconciled in Spain, and Christian thanked me. He told me that finally, the whole team would get a chance to relax because you walked around like a caged lion that month we were apart." 

He laughed and kissed his cheek. "I guess I was a bit harsh on them." 

"I guess so. The season now depends on how our relationship is apparently." And he was probably right. 

There were nasty comments too, of course, they were famous people after all. 

People say they didn't know him and Sergio was too much for him, or saying he was not attractive at all. Others said he was a kid and Checo would get bored of his immaturity or say he had ruined their lives. 

One thing Checo had was intense fans. He had learned he would be followed and photographed if he was recognized and his fans online could be hurting if they wanted to, sometimes not caring of his privacy. 

His side wasn't better though. There were comments about Sergio's career, nationality, height, and age. Saying he was too old for Max and just wanted fame and promotion for his movies. And people daydreaming about him with Daniel o Charles. 

He decided to ignore all of that as much as he could because he was happy with his boyfriend.

In the evening Checo took him to a steak restaurant in Long Beach and despite the fact 555 East Steakhouse had a table outside, they opted for a table inside. It was more private and romantic. Despite knowing people were looking at them they just ignored them and continued being themselves. 

He finally got the chance to confess his feelings the next morning. They woke up early for a run and hiking at the Wattles Garden Park. It was challenging but at the same time exciting. 

And it was the perfect place. They were alone at the top of a hill, breathless because of the exercise. 

Sergio took him by the waist to get him closer, their sweaty chests touching because they were running shirtless. 

The man was giving him such a happy and breathless smile, that all he could do was sigh.

"I love you, Hollywood." 

Checo looked at him for a second before smiling and kissing his cheek. "I love you more, mi vida." 

He closed his eyes and smiled too, happy his feelings were returned. He'd never imagined he would confess his love to an actor at a hill in Los Angeles but he loved it. 

It gave him the energy to spend hours with his and Sergio's legal team settling on a strategy to fuck up his father's plan and get rid of him once and for all. 

But he had to be patient, it would be gradual, even firing Raymond. In the meantime, he was already considering options for a new manager. 

On the weekend he met Checo's family in the man's house in Carmel-by-the-Sea. He was so nervous but in the end, they all clicked, and they told him the fond memories they had as a family watching the races and of course would tease his boyfriend saying how he would sigh whenever Max was on camera and say how handsome he was. 

Although Checo did his best to spend time with him he still had to work and Max understood completely. The man would spend hours in meetings with Alice talking about possible projects, people trying to contact him, scheduling his commitments, talk shows, red carpets, photoshoots, and interviews. 

Checo would also focus on memorizing the script for his new movie and not wanting to impose, he focused on the sim he had installed in the house. 

The man always tried to integrate him, resulting in Max reading the script with him.

One morning though he joined his boyfriend on the set where an interview would be filmed. It was not any interview, it was very particular and everyone loved it. 

It was that interview where the star would sit on the floor and answer questions with puppies and kittens up for adoption.

He had so much fun behind the scenes and so did Sergio during the interview as he was handed two kittens. 

Normally there would be several baby animals in the video but Checo was told they were so adventurous and hectic, that he would feel 2 was enough. And it was true. 

The two Bengal kittens would constantly distract Checo and make him forget he was in an interview. This was due to their constant mewls and tiny fights on his lap. Once he pulled them apart, they would run back together to wrestle and roll around. If they got bored, they would climb on his clothes and lick him, making the man laugh and forget what he was doing.

They were so chaotic. And Max loved them. 

As soon as they stopped filming, he walked to his boyfriend to pet the kittens. 

"They are adorable!" He said, scratching one's head as they were in Checo's hands.

"That was wild." The man said, smiling. 

"I love them. Let me take them." He said, taking them out of Checo's arms as the man stood up. "They are so cute." 

"Yeah, I hope they get a family soon," Checo said, playing with one's snout. 

"With that video, they will." A woman with a shelter uniform said.

Suddenly, as he looked at their little cute faces, Max didn't like the idea and asked an unexpected question. "What are the requirements for adoption?" 

Checo looked at him surprised and so did the woman from the shelter. "Well we ask about their lifestyle, previous pets, their level of responsibility, a tour of the house and when it comes to them, we ask for them to go together. They are like two peas in a pot." 

He looked at his boyfriend who gave him an encouraging smile. He loved animals and it had been ages since he had one. He missed them terribly. "Well, I live in Monaco but I guess we can make a tour via Zoom. My sister is staying there. I want to apply to adopt them." 

The woman seemed as if she would burst into happiness and after a virtual tour of his apartment and Checo's house, and a huge donation he had 2 new kittens. 

Excitedly, he went with his boyfriend to buy the essentials. In less than 3 hours, Sergio's house had been invaded by cats and their belongings. 

"So, Jimmy and Sassy," Checo asked, with his arms behind his head and looking at him through his sunglasses as Max laid on top of him with his head on his chest in one of the sun beds in front of the pool. 

So hot. I want to lick all of you. 

"Yes, Jimmy the male, and Sassy the female." He replied, feeling his body on fire because of how handsome Checo looked. The kittens were sleeping on the bed, their tiny bodies too tired after exploring their new house. "I also want to thank you for letting me bring them here and take care of them whenever I'm several weeks away from home." 

"It's nothing amor, they are cute. We'll have fun." 

"But still..." He said moving up to give him a kiss, playing with his hair, and moaning when he felt the man's right hand on his ass. 

"Well, there is a way you can thank me," Checo said, giving him a dirty smile and licking his cheek. Max felt electricity running all over his body and nodded. 

He was in the mood to please his man, so he sat up, biting his lip. "Undress."  

Checo stood up and took off his trunks, making Max sigh at the view. He'd seen him naked so many times but his anatomy was breathtaking. Sergio was so lean, strong and hot, manly. His skin had a wonderful tan he wanted to lick all the time. 

He shamelessly ogled his boyfriend and the man sat next to him before giving him a rough and needy kiss, with so much force Sergio had to keep his head still with his hands. "Undress." 

"But I'm the one pleasing you." He said on his lips, aching for him.

"You want to suck me?" 

"Yes," He let out a moan, drunk in his voice. He loved Sergio's dirty talk. 

"Undress, I want to enjoy the view of your body while you suck me off." 

He moaned on his lips again, flames increasing in his body as he heard him say that. He quickly stood up to take his own trunks and kneeled in front of him, knees next to Checo's thighs. 

Feeling the sun in places he normally didn't, turned him on, he loved sex in the exterior, especially having the Hollywood sign in front of him. Max held him by the cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss, sighing when he felt Checo's hands on his hips, squeezing them in pleasure.

Battling for dominance, he moved his hips in circles, looking for any kind of contact, Checo's hands all over his body, groping and touching as if he wanted to memorize every inch. 

Once the air was missing, the man pulled him even closer, their chest touching while Sergio left a slow and wet kiss on his neck, each touch on his skin sent an electricity shot to his dick. 

The man had him trapped with a death grip on his ass and all he could do was moan as he liked it and run his fingers through his dark hair, enjoying the touch of his mouth and the scratches of his beard. 

Sergio moved his head lower, licking his pecs and biting his nipples in such a way Max started to get impatient, wanting more, needing his dick. 

Once he lost his patience, he pushed him gently and talked when the man gave him a confused expression, so drunk in him he had forgotten Max was supposed to give him a blowjob. 

"I'm supposed to please you, even your dick knows that. How do you want me?" 

"In all positions," Checo replied, pulling him closer and making him giggle.

"You have to choose one now. My lips want you." 

"And my dick wants your puffy lips," Checo said standing up. Then the man instructed him to lay on the sun bed. With his eyes closed, enjoying the sun, Max rested his back in it, half sitting, and saw Checo stand in front of him, legs a bit wide so his feet could be on the floor. His pelvis and visible hard-on standing proudly in front of Max.

When he opened his eyes, he felt his mouth water with the view. 

"Hello, Hollywood. Holy wood quite literally." He licked his lips shamelessly and made the man chuckle, running his thumbs over his pale cheeks, and looking down at him. 

Max felt so submissive and he loved it. 

"You like it, don't you? My woods." 

He nodded, smiling and looking through his eyelashes. 

"I've never known a man that would have morning woods every day and so visible."

"Well, that's the result of having a hot boyfriend sleeping next to me. Now close your pretty mouth." Checo ordered and he immediately obeyed. Then, the man held his member and started rubbing the tip all over his closed lips, making Max moan. He stayed that way for some seconds until he talked again. "Open a bit." Max obeyed and felt Checo introducing the tip. "Suck." And he did with the strength he knew his boyfriend liked, making him hiss. 

Max had the need to move, to do what he thought was right, but let the man lead, he was the only person he ever let decide what to do. Checo ordered him to open his mouth and started moving his hips slowly first, wishing to enjoy the warmth and Max's tongue playing with him, he placed his hands on his strong thighs with his eyes open and locked with his boyfriend's. 

The sun was too intense, and his body was covered in sweat but he didn't care, all that mattered was to keep provoking Sergio to make sounds and curse in pleasure, to make him lose control and forget about everything but him. 

When Max hollowed his cheeks in the way he liked, it triggered Checo, and held his head with one hand and the back of the bed with the other to get balance and start thrusting violently in Max's mouth, just as he wanted. 

It was intense and aggressive, his jaw was starting to hurt and his eyes were watery but he kept in place and continued sucking him until he felt him twitch inside of him, his blonde hair being pulled in such a delicious way he felt his dick twitching too. 

Checo had so much stamina, that eventually he just let his mouth open to get fucked and enjoy the view, with no more strength, but knowing the man was on cloud nine, already knowing the signs his boyfriend gave when he was about to find his release until he finally did, shouting Max's name and cursing in spanish just like he knew he liked. 

Knowing Checo's primal and dominant instinct, he swallowed it all looking at him, and then licked his lips.

Contrasting his movements from minutes before, Checo laid Max's head on the bed gently and kissed his forehead, then laid behind him, hugging him by the waist, too spent to think and probably still lost in a haze.

He was probably red because of the sun but stayed still until he felt a kiss on his shoulder and a squeeze on his waist. "Why are you so perfect?" 

He laughed and shook his head. "I'm far from perfect. I just like seeing you crumble because of me." 

"I did, I do all the time." 

"Good. Only I can do that." 

He ended up riding his boyfriend under the sun with the best view he's ever had. Then tired because of the activity they took a bath and went to take a nap next to the kittens. 

On the weekend before he left, Max and Checo went out to celebrate one of Sergio's friends' birthday at the rooftop of E.P. & L.P. in West Hollywood. 

All in wood and surrounded by vegetation, the place served Asian food. They sat in the exterior, drinking and having fun, ignoring the people staring at them because it was Max Verstappen surrounded by famous people. 

"Never in my wildest dreams, I thought I would go out partying with Max Verstappen." Checo's friend, Jo said. "And on my birthday." 

"You're welcome," Checo said, kissing Max's cheek. 

"He was selfish, did you know that? He didn't tell us from the beginning." 

"I didn't want to jinx it." His boyfriend defended himself. 

"Oh yeah, he's had a crush for years and didn't want to miss that chance." Carlos, a singer, teased Checo and he blushed. "Did you know that?" 

"Yes, he told me," Max replied, smiling at his annoyed boyfriend.

"We had to wake up so early for the AD 21 race, mate." 

"It's not like I forced you to." Checo defended himself. 

They talked about the next races, their future projects, and Jimmy and Sassy because Max had posted stories about them so they were famous now. The internet collapsed when Max posted a story of them in the grass with the hills of LA behind them. They even got papped for the first time when they went out for dinner and brought them with them. 

Then, the conversation changed to Checo's new project.

"So, when do you start preparing?" 

"Intensely in November. Right now I have to keep this weight for my scenes next month." 

Checo was going to play a role in a romantic comedy where several famous actors starred and their stories intertwined. He was going to play the role of a lifeguard. Max was not really happy with that, especially when he read the scenes and his clothing. Just trunks most of the time. 

The next year, his boyfriend would star in an action movie where he would be a secret agent who would travel to several countries trying to catch some criminals. Checo would record in Indonesia, Rome, and Saudi Arabia. Because of his character, he had to work out to have the body it was required. 

"I can't believe you got the part. So many people tried for it." Carlos said. 

"Yeah, it was a pretty long process," Checo said, ordering more drinks.

Checo had auditioned for the first time during that period they were apart and it wasn't until the second week of summer break the director announced he got the role. 

"Your schedule will be crazy next year." 

"It already is. I'll record my scenes and then I'll join him on the last races." Checo said, referring to him. He had asked the man to join him in as many races as he could, considering he was an actor and Max was aware their schedules wouldn't match many times. "It will be amazing. Traveling to look at him win over and over again." 

"That's not for sure." He replied. 

"You will." His boyfriend said, confident for him. 

At 2 pm they got kicked out and continued the party in Checo's house because his friends wanted to meet Jimmy and Sassy. 

The kittens had a long photo shoot with all of them and ended up in several stories and feeds. 

They ended up drunkenly singing in a karaoke and jumping in the pool at 4 am, not caring about the weather or the hour. 

They were young and on vacation, they deserved to have fun. 

----

He closed the door with his In-n-out take-out bag in one hand, sighing after a long day at the beach. He had taken a shower but still felt as if his body was covered in sand. 

He sighed as he left the bag on the counter but smiled when he spotted Sassy sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room.

He immediately went to scratch her chin for some minutes until he heard a tiny bell coming from the stairs, meaning Jimmy was going down.

Checo carried him and took him with him to the kitchen, happy to have him and his sister as company. He missed Max a lot, and it amazed him how one month with him had such an effect on him. 

The kittens helped him to feel accompanied because even though he talked with Max almost every day, he missed him.

He checked the clock in the kitchen. 6 pm.

He decided to text Max, and they maybe could talk in case the man got caught up playing video games with his friends.

As he served his burgers and fries, his phone started ringing and he answered on FaceTime.

There he was, wide awake, his hair a mess, with his pajamas on. "Hey, wood!" Max said and he chuckled. That was the new pet name he got since that day he proudly showed Max his erection before that earthshaking blowjob. He had gone from Hollywood to wood and he liked it.

"Hey, amor. Were you playing?" He asked, putting the ketchup on his burger.

"Yeah, and you? You seem tired." 

"I am, I just arrived. I spent the entire day on the beach, I swear I can still feel the sand on my body." 

His boyfriend pouted and sent him a kiss. "I'm sorry babe, I wish I could be there with you. How is it going? Are you liking it?" He bit his burger and as he was about to reply, Max talked again. "Hey! Is that In-N-Out? I want some!" 

He chucked, feeling much better. "Yes, it is. I couldn't resist it and bought a combo on my way home. About the movie, I like it. I get the chance to work with amazing actors and actresses, I just feel tired today. Spent time running at the beach and swimming..." 

"Too much time under the sun?" 

"Yeah, but I like it." He shrugged.

"And you without a shirt," Max said, annoyed, making him laugh.

At least Max was honest from the very beginning, he was a jealous person. The man would say it's because it's not okay to have such dirty thoughts of someone they don't know. 

"Baby, it's part of the character. Plus, I'll get more tanned, you like that." 

"Yes, but I'll get to enjoy that until next month. I miss you." 

He sighed, resting his back on the chair. "Me too, amor. So much. If it weren't for the kittens I would feel so lonely." 

"I miss them, are they there?" 

Max was such a wonderful cat dad, always asking about them and for pictures. 

Wanting to make his boyfriend happy, he showed him the kittens so he could talk to them. Max said that way they would get used to his voice. 

Those were his days, going to Malibu for the movie, meetings at home with his team because of his business, talking with Max, and from time to time going out with his friends. 

One day though, right at the end of August he went to a talk show with Jimmy Fallon in New York to promote his new projects. He'd met the man for years and always had fun going to his show so he had chosen him to promote his new clothing and tequila brand. Except that's the least they talked about. 

"So, Checo. A few months ago you hid something from us." The man said, smiling at him and he gave him a confused look. Jimmy was a shameless person so he showed him the picture of him and Max walking hand in hand to the car out of the cafe. 

He laughed, shaking his head. 

Fucker. At least not one of us kissing. 

"I-I just reserved my comments." He said, smiling. He heard the public laughing at his nervousness. 

"Mind you this was 2 months after you came to the show. How it all happened so fast?" 

He scratched his nose, thinking what to say. He and Max decided not to hide their relationship and talk about it whenever they wanted but he also liked some things private. His relationship was so special to him that he wanted to protect it sometimes. 

"Well, when you know, you know." 

"And now you own two kittens!" People cheered and Jimmy showed a pic of them sitting on the beach, looking cute covered in sand. "They are stars from the Internet!" 

He stayed quiet for a few seconds and laughed, resigned because the conversation was not going where he expected, but that's Jimmy Fallon. 

"Yeah, people ask for more photos of them and fans have asked me to pet them for them." He said, giving the public a confused expression. "All they do is make shenanigans, be cute, and sleep." 

"But tell me something. We learned you adopted them because Max posted a story, and a month later found out they were the kittens on your video. How did it happen?" 

The greatest rival. 

"Max went with me to the set and stayed backstage." He had to pause for a moment because people who were apparent fans, cheered excited. "So he saw the interview and loved them." 

"He loved how they fought and bit you all the time?" Jimmy asked, laughing. 

"Yeah, he loved they are chaotic. It was the weirdest but best interview I've ever had." 

"It's just, people you need to watch it to understand!" Jimmy said and showed a clip of the interview, a part where Sassy tackled her brother and then jumped to Checo, then while the man took her in his hand, cutely licked his thumb to then bit it him with her tiny shark teeth making him yelp. "Are they still like that?" The man asked him, laughing with the public. 

"Yes, they haven't changed one bit. I mean, of course, they calm down when they get tired but they are chaos. As soon as we wrapped up, Max got close to meeting them and asked for requirements. They told us they needed to live together and then Max with the help of his sister-" 

"Your sister-in-law." Jimmy clarified and they laughed as the public cheered. 

"Yes, with the help of my sister-in-law, Max gave them a tour of his place in Monaco because that's where he lives. I gave them a tour of my house because we were staying there." 

"And where are they now? What are their names again?"

Damn, he really knows how to drive the Internet wild. He knows this interview would spread like fire. 

"Sassy the female and...and Jimmy the male," Checo said and laughed at the man's expression.

"He has my name." 

"Yeah, It was not me though! Max chose the names!" 

"A cat has my name..." Jimmy said laughing and shaking his head. "And I bet that cat has a better life than I do." 

"Yeah, they are really spoiled, obviously our plans for that day were canceled. Max made us go to the pet store and buy everything necessary for the kittens." 

"And why those names?" Jimmy asked, still thinking about the cat's name. 

"They are references to places in Monaco, their original residence. That's where Max lives so it's where they should be." 

"And are they there?" 

"No," he said laughing. "They are still at my place. Max has 4 races and won't be home, he decided to keep them in L.A. so they didn't feel that lonely." He explained. 

"He is a good cat dad then." 

"The best, always asking for them at least once a day. Even though it's late for him."

Fuck, I can't believe I'm exposing my relationship like this because of those kittens. 

"Time zones, yeah. Where is he now?" 

"Italy, so the time difference makes it all a bit difficult."

"So much has changed in your life since the last time you've been here, Checo."

He couldn't help but laugh. That's Max Verstappen's effect. 

"Yes, the crazy thing is it's only been four months."  

After interrogating him for a few more minutes about his relationship, they finally talked about the prospect of him being there, and Jimmy didn't miss the chance and showed a picture of Max wearing a t-shirt from Checo's brand. 

It was safe to say his products were sold out after that interview and Max was happy about him talking about their relationship and the kittens. 

One month away from each other was difficult, as he admitted, time zones were shit and there were days he spend so many hours on set he couldn't text Max or call him back whenever he had a missed call from him.

He threw a party in his mansion because of Independence Day that went a bit out of hand, ending up with Max calling him angry and he barely managing to form a coherent sentence to defend himself. The man hung up angry, telling him they would talk later. Turned out that as the party got wilder, people started to get more drunk, and one of the times the guests opened and closed the sliding window, Jimmy and Sassy had gone out and no one noticed. 

It wasn't until Checo spotted Jimmy sniffing the water of the hot tub considering he should drink from it, that he noticed and made everyone help him catch them. 

They were teaching the kittens to walk in the backyard without venturing too much, but it was always supervised. Of course, he planned to tell Max what happened the next morning, except he didn't expect people to post stories of them trying to catch the cats and taking pictures with them outside. 

The next morning he woke up with a hangover that got even worse as he tried to defend himself from an angry Max Verstappen. He ended up exhausted, scolded, and with an awful headache. Max didn't talk to him for the next two days. 

But fortunately for him, that same weekend was Singapur and then Max would fly back to L.A. to him and the kittens where he would spend his birthday and stay for the America leg. 

Just like every year, the man had a bad weekend, and as a result of that they barely talked until the moment Max was in front of him at the mansion after a month and a half apart. 

His boyfriend focused on pampering Jimmy and Sassy with love and cute words until the kittens got bored and left for another part of the mansion.

"I'm glad they are here and safe," Max said, sitting in the living room and looking at him. 

He rolled his eyes and walked to him. "They always were, Max. They are happy and healthy." Max just hummed and looked somewhere else. He was clearly still angry about his incident at the party and his terrible weekend. "I thought you didn't mind them being in famous people's profiles." 

"Well, I don't if they are safe and don't portray me as a bad father." 

Checo sighed as he sat and hugged him by the waist. "In any case, I'm the bad father, not you. Come on, we've been apart for a month and a half. Let's enjoy our time together." Max pursed his lips and finally looked at him. He took the opportunity and kissed his pout. "You are still annoyed about the race." 

"I can't believe the luck I have there, really." 

"Tell me all about it." He said, running his fingers gently over his blonde hair and then listening to his rant as Max rested on top of him on the couch. And just like that he was forgiven for being a reckless father.

"How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I got something. for you" He said, kissing Max's knuckles. 

"Is it junk food? Because if it is, I am." Max said with his eyes closed and face buried in his neck. 

"It's culinary art." He said smiling and making them sit up. "Come with me." 

With all the laziness in the world, Max walked with him to the kitchen but his eyes lit up when he spotted the In-N-Out bag. "Babe! You didn't!" 

He laughed at his boyfriend's reaction, millionaire Max Verstappen, acting as if he couldn't find better food than a greasy burger.

"I did, your favorite burgers and fries, oh, and your favorite soda." 

Yes, he had a plan B in case Max didn't forgive him that easily. 

After eating his favorite burgers and a bottle of Mexican Coca-Cola, Max made them take a bath before going to bed. 

"You really spent several hours in the sun." The man said, running his hands on his chest as Checo kneeled on top of him, forearms at the side of his head. 

"I did, you look paler, amor, so European." 

"You are a tanner, babe," Max said, running his eyes all over his nude body. 

"Do you like it?" He asked, leaving soft kisses on his cheeks. 

"I love it," Max whispered, spreading his legs further, giving him the sign he wanted more. "I love you, wood." 

"And my wood loves you. In fact, it can't wait to be inside of you." He said, and received a slap on the back, both of them laughing. 

"You are so vulgar," Max said, pulling him for a kiss so he would shut up and take him as they have wanted for so long. 

He took his boyfriend on the next day to the set and introduced him to the cast. Max was all kind and charming, everyone loved him and wanted a picture with him and he felt proud to be his boyfriend. 

But it changed when he was on his trailer with the makeup artist. The young woman didn't know Max was a jealous man and joked with him. 

"He is so hot we don't have to work so much on him." The woman said laughing but Max didn't. Checo bit his lip trying to suppress a laugh. 

"They are paying you for nothing then." He said, joking with her. 

"Yeah, even this tan, it's all you. Max, people tell me how lucky I am because I get to run my hands all over his body to spread the tan spray but get disappointed when I tell them I don't have to! Such a shame!" 

He looked through the mirror and could see Max biting his tongue to not say anything rude. 

When his boyfriend had to go out to take a phone call, the woman talked. "He seemed quite tense." 

He laughed at that. "Yeah, he is a jealous boyfriend. He loves the tan but doesn't like the idea of other people enjoying it. But I love him like that. He is wonderful and gorgeous." 

Checo introduced him to his co-star, a beautiful young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, and to Max's bad luck, that day she was wearing a bikini. 

His boyfriend had a serious face during their introduction and he let him suffer for a bit, amused at his serious face as he watched him act with the woman on the beach. Yes, his costume was gorgeous but he only had eyes for him. 

And to Max's bad luck, they had to film a kissing scene there, and not just a simple kiss. Their characters had this tension building up for several scenes so it had to be a passionate and long one. 

On a break, he went to find his boyfriend who was sitting in a cabana with a serious expression. 

"Hey, amor." As a reflex, he went for a kiss, but Max moved his head away. "What?" 

"You just kissed her. It's disgusting." 

Ah, yeah. 

"I'm sorry." He said sitting and kissing his cheek while pulling him closer by the waist. "Are you having a good time?" 

"Hmmmm." 

"My co-star is nice, right?" He asked, with a smile. 

"Yeah, she seems to be. She is pretty." 

"She is." He agreed.

"Is she a good kisser?" Max asked with fire in his eyes, he nodded with a smile knowing what it would provoke. "Better than me?" 

"No way, you are better." He said, kissing his cheek again. "And you know what?" Max raised an eyebrow, still serious. "She is married." 

"Ah." 

He chuckled and talked again. "Yes, her wife was here a week ago." 

Max's expression changed completely. He was glowing. 

Possessive bastard.

"Wife?!" 

"Yes, amor, wife." 

The man slapped him in the chest and some of the staff looked at them confused. 

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was suffering here." 

He laughed at his boyfriend who was fuming and had a red face. "Because it was fun and cute looking at you like that." 

"You are so mean." 

"Max, you'll have to get used to it. I'm an actor." He reminded him. 

"Still, you hide that information from me. Leave, I don't want to look at you now." Max said, pushing him away but he didn't let him, instead, he hugged him tighter.

"My jealous boyfriend, I love you, you know that?" 

"I refuse to reply to that, right now," Max said, still angry at him. 

"Oh, don't worry, I know you love me." He said, hugging him again by the waist and smiling at him. 

He was a teasing and annoying boyfriend sometimes but he was a great one also, and he threw Max a surprise party at the Highlight Room, a rooftop venue that occupies the entire top floor of Dream Hollywood hotel.

A pool right in the middle, cabanas and high tables around, and low lights, with the best view of L.A. 

He had invited Max's sister and closest friends, managing to get his friend Martin to play some music for a few hours. 

"I can't believe you came! Are you staying here until the race?" Max asked his teammate Carlos. Other drivers like Yuki, Pierre, and Fernando were there too. Former F1 driver and Max's friend Nyck was also there with other close friends.

Checo had become friends with Carlos and Fernando.

And he had also invited some of his close friends that Max had established a close friendship with. 

"I don't know. Maybe." Carlos said, loudly. 

"And where are you staying? When did you arrive?" Max asked and finished his second gin and tonic. 

"A few hours ago, I'm staying with you," Carlos replied. 

"What?" He asked, turning to Checo. 

"Yeah, I offered him and Fernando to stay with us as much as they liked." He told him and then winked at Fernando. 

"I'll finally get the chance to meet the kittens," Carlos said.

"If they are still in the house." Fernando intervened and Checo rolled his eyes. 

"Fuck, don't start with that. I've earned my forgiveness."

"Maybe I gave in too easily," Max said, taking his new gin and tonic out of the tray. 

He flipped his middle finger to his friends and changed the subject, ordering his new drink and making sure Max talked with all of his friends and his sister.

During the break before the Austin GP, he wrapped up his scenes in the movie, traveled to Mexico with Max to spend time with his family, and took Victoria with them so she could enjoy time with her brother and focus on building his brands. 

The Austin Grand Prix was a success and Max turned world champion there. That was the first time he got to celebrate with him one of his championships. 

As he looked at Max at the podium he marveled how lucky he was to be his partner. That time he woke up at 5 am to watch him win his first championship, it never crossed his mind he would get to celebrate with those achievements, and yet there he was. He was the first person Max went to hug as soon as he jumped out of the car. 

That was the first time he posted a picture with Max in his feed and the man did the same, officially telling the world they were together. 

They traveled to Guadalajara that very same day and celebrated until the early hours of the next day, him telling his boyfriend every 10 minutes he was proud of him. 

The Mexican Grand Prix was a success too, Max dominated the weekend and was cheered by the audience. As half Mexican he was a star there too, followed by several cameras the entire weekend, asking him about who he thought was going to win, how he saw Max that weekend, his ideal podium. 

During the break between Interlagos and Vegas, they went back to L.A. and he had asked Max to join him on the red carpet he was invited to. It was a movie he had appeared briefly as himself and wanted to show up at the premiere. 

Max agreed to be his date despite not liking the cameras and made sure they were on time for the premiere. 

"Thank you for doing this, amor." He said as they were driven to the Grauman's Chinese Theatre. 

"Anytime, Hollywood," Max told him, with a smile on his face. He pulled him in for a kiss, and Max returned. "You've gone to several races to support me. This is the least I should do." 

"I promise we'll do anything you want tomorrow." He said, kissing his knuckles.

He knew being his partner could be overwhelming considering the amount of fans he had. Max was already annoyed by the things they said about him online and was a bit worried about how he would react to people screaming. 

His boyfriend has his own fan base too, but his were more intense, and despite being grateful for their support, they'd always made his romantic life a bit harder than it should. Not everyone could keep up with that. 

While his post with Max was filled with fans supporting them there were also the mean comments saying he could have someone better or he should be alone. People were starting to search for anything to drag Max down. 

Turned out he didn't have to worry at all, because Max was a fighter and he thrived on hate. The more the people criticized their relationship picturing him as a bad prospect for Checo, the more he clung to their relationship. 

On the red carpet, Max walked next to him with a huge smile, letting him lead him in front of the cameras or reporters, introducing him, and letting him charm everyone. 

"I think I'd never been this happy on a red carpet." He whispered to Max's ear as they stood in front of the flashes and his boyfriend laughed.

"I'm glad I made your life better," Max said, covering his mouth so no one could read his lips. 

"From the very first moment. You have no idea how proud I feel right now with the date I have by my side." He said and started walking because Alice was telling him they needed to move. 

"And I'm happy now more people will know we are together," Max whispered back, making him laugh. 

The next morning he would watch and save all the pictures of the red carpet. All news outlets and magazines were reporting how happy he looked the previous day. They'd never seen him that cheerful on a red carpet and it must have been Max Verstappen's effect. 

For the Las Vegas Grand Prix he ended up wearing Max's Cherry's jacket because he refused to. He was used to wearing his merch anyway. It was a tradition they already had, he would wear Max's gear, especially the special edition ones and Max would wear his brand in exchange. 

After the race, they went to a club and got really drunk and dangerously close to getting married in a chapel. Only Carlos was smart enough even in his drunk haze to stop them. 

The next morning they laughed their asses off as they remembered what they almost did. It's not like they hadn't talked about it, it was that they wanted to do it in a better way. 

So as he expected, some of his fans started to get mean to Max, saying they wouldn't last because of his age, commenting about his appearance, and his interests, and saying he was a bad, selfish, and time-consuming boyfriend because according to them Checo had stopped focusing on his career to chase him around the world and even talked about the kittens. They said he didn't even want pets, there was a reason he didn't have one but Max adopted two and because of his lack of responsibility and crazy agenda now he had to take care of them.

Max got a bit sad because of that because he thought they were right. After the season he had to stay in Europe because Max had asked him to be his date on the FIA gala. 

For a moment he feared the worst, the influence of his fans striking and making him lose the most important person in his life. Max started saying he should go back to L.A. to focus on his career and he could go to the Gala on his own. 

He got so frustrated about people talking about his life, that he hated it. That was one of the reasons he liked to keep everything private but he couldn't. Max was famous too and they enjoyed doing things together.

He patiently sat next to Max in their hotel room in Qatar and told him between kisses he was the best boyfriend he'd ever had and that if he had not filmed a lot that year was because he had decided to venture into new projects, it was not because of him entirely. That the next year would be different with his new movie and premiers so they should enjoy their time together. 

---- 

Max had traveled to several countries since he started his career, but he'd never imagined he would travel to Indonesia on his regular calendar. That's why he hesitated for a bit when he was asked at immigration the reason for his visit. In his mind, an image of his boyfriend passed by but he just said tourism. 

After checking in at the resort, he was taken to the set where Checo was filming. It took him a while to arrive because it was in a forest and by the time he checked in with security he was already sweating. The humidity and heat were excessive. He was thankful Checo had advised him to change his clothes before going. Even his shorts and light T-shirt were sticking to his body. 

He greeted and smiled at some people but stayed quiet because they were filming. He looked at the place everyone was looking at and he felt butterflies in his stomach. 

There he is. So handsome. No, so hot. 

2 months had passed by since the last time he saw him in person. Checo left to film right after his birthday and traveled to 2 other countries also for the movie. 

His hair was longer, he had a full beard and was more muscular than usual. The man had taken his role seriously and focused a lot on his diet and workout. 

He stood there in silence, just smiling at him when his boyfriend spotted him and enjoyed the opportunity to watch him act. 

30 minutes later, they took a break and Checo walked to him with 2 bottles of water in his hand, he had taken his shirt off, and Max bit his lip. His pecs were so big he had a hard time thinking. 

"Hey, you. Do I know you?" Sergio joked, handing him a bottle.

He smiled and continued with his joke. "No, I'm just a fan. I heard you were filming here." He suppressed a sigh as he looked at the man pouring some of the cold water over his head to refresh his body. 

Checo pulled him closer and kissed his cheek. "I'm so glad you are here, amor." 

"Yeah, me too." He said, holding him by the shoulders with one hand and then drinking his water. "It's so fucking hot in here."

"Yeah, it's overwhelming on the first days." The man said, resting his bottle of water on Max's back to refresh him for a bit. "I didn't kiss anyone today." 

He smiled at him and nodded, then leaned down to kiss his boyfriend for the first time in two months and it felt like heaven. Even if it was a heaven that felt like hell because of the weather.

"Good." 

"I've been behaving, I promise." 

He laughed and nodded. "I know." 

Checo introduced him to the director, the producer, and people of the staff excitedly, and Max could tell the man had charmed everyone as usual with his jokes and sense of humor. Max could tell some people had fallen under Sergio's spell and would try their best not to stare at his body but he could notice. He tried his best not to make a face but apparently, he didn't do a great job because his boyfriend had a hand on his back trying to calm him down.

Finally, after 2 more hours of filming, they went back to their villa at the Mandapa resort. They were staying at a one-bedroom villa with a private pool and the Ayung River view. 

They immediately took a shower, wanting to get rid of the sweat and dirt off of their body.

"I love nature, but oh my god, I also love the air conditioner," Max said lying on his side of the bed, looking at Sergio drinking water. He couldn't keep his eyes off of him. He was already used to looking at him nude but his beard and his muscles...

"Yeah, it can be quite overwhelming the first days." 

The doorbell rang and after putting on a robe, Checo received some fruit he had ordered. 

"I was thinking you would like some refreshments unless you wanted to sleep." The man said, taking off his robe and getting in bed with the tray in his hands.

Max was not the biggest fan of fruit but it all looked so delicious and refreshing. "I was thinking we could talk." He said, and he moaned when he bit a cool slice of watermelon. 

"Oh," Checo said with his eyebrows raised. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just want to talk. We've been texting and talking on the phone for so long. I want to talk with you in person about whatever crosses your mind." He said, shrugging and Checo pulled him closer by the waist. 

"You got me worried for a second, baby. I want to talk about how much I missed you." The man said, kissing him. 

"Yeah?" 

"Your voice, your laugh, your body, your smile, your scent..." 

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I missed you too, Hollywood." 

They talked about the place and how much Checo had wandered around, feeding themselves with fruits and kissing softly every once in a while. Without realizing it, their plate was empty. 

"Are you still hungry?" Checo asked, kissing his neck while keeping him close by the waist as they lay on their sides, and he sighed with his eyes closed.

"Not yet, you?" 

"Not at all." The man said, hooking Max's leg over his waist. 

He moved his head to catch his lips and kept him close by running his hands all over his cheeks, his beard scratching his hands, and sending shots of electricity straight to his dick. Without noticing, he started moaning at the sensation. 

"You like my beard?" Sergio asked with his eyes dark with lust. 

"I love it. It's so hot." 

"And my body? My muscles?" He sighed, running his hands all over his chest, tangling his fingers with the hair there, and playing with his nipples while biting his lip. "I can tell you do." 

"I do, but I love your body from last year more. I know how hard it was for you to get this and it's not good to deprive yourself longer than the filming." 

Thanks to his wise words, Sergio pleased him with his mouth, leaving scratches on his thighs and ass, to then fucked him roughly as if there was no tomorrow. 

He was exhausted and it was evident. As they lay together, Checo spooning him, he was quiet.

"Are you okay?" 

"Yes, I'm just incredibly tired, I barely had the rest before coming. I literally finished my briefing with the team, packed, slept for a bit, and came. " He explained with his eyes closed. 

"Thank you for doing this," Checo whispered and kissed his shoulder. 

"It's the least I could do, you support me every time you can." 

"Yes, just like Miami. I'm counting the days." The man said excitedly and he smiled. 

Sergio was on his last days of filming so he was going to be able to join him for the Miami Grand Prix. Max was happy with that because it would be one year of them dating. 

"I missed you, I miss the kittens." He confessed. Jimmy and Sassy had stayed in Monaco with Victoria and he hadn't been able to go back because all the races had been away from Europe. 

"I miss them too, but we'll go for them soon." 

He nodded, knowing it was true. Before traveling to Miami they would make a stop in Monaco to pick up Jimmy and Sassy. 

As a surprise for their anniversary of one-year dating, Sergio took him to a breathtaking and most importantly private waterfall. 

Max sighed when they finally arrived, it was only the water, nature, and them. 

The water on his skin felt like heaven considering the heat of the place and the exercise they did to get there. After some pics, Checo convinced him to skinny dip, and knowing they were alone, he agreed. 

They walked until they got to a part near the waterfall the water covered their bodies up to their shoulders and Checo pulled him closer, Max wrapping his legs around his waist. As he was taller, he looked down at him with a big smile on his face. 

"I've traveled to so many places, baby. But I've never been somewhere so beautiful as this. Thank you." He said, over the rumbling of the waterfall.

Sergio smiled and kissed his skin. "Only the best for the love of my life." 

That made him gasp. It was the first time he heard that and it felt wonderful. Feeling so much love inside of him, he rested his forehead on top of Checo's and looked him in the eyes. "You are the love of my life too. Thank you for this wonderful year." 

They sealed their love with a kiss, Checo lowering him a bit so they could love each other more comfortably, enjoying the privacy and the place. It was so romantic and intimate. 

The water helped him to feel fresh, but the fire of Sergio's hands on his body, made him feel his temperature rise and it was such a delicious kind of mix. 

Feeling too drunk in pleasure, Sergio carried him out and laid him on the sand gently, covering his body with soft kisses and sweet words. 

What started with gentle touches and kisses, ended up in hot, rough, and dirty sex. Max ended up covered with sand and his semen spread all over his body because of Checo's roaming hand. 

Despite it being rough, he felt so overwhelmed with love as his boyfriend laid on top of him. After one year they were together, close to a waterfall in Bali, Indonesia.

Without wanting to, he let out a sob and Sergio raised his head immediately. "Max, what is it? Was I too rough?" The man asked, concerned. They had improvised sex, so Checo had to find another resource instead of lube and was worried about any sign of discomfort. "I told you, you had to be honest."

"No, I'm fine. It's just that this is all so romantic, I'm so happy." 

Checo gave him a look filled with tenderness."Do not cry, mi vida. I'm really happy too. You make me so happy. Having you here with me makes me so happy. The moment I came here, I knew I had to bring you." 

"I love it. Thanks for bringing me here." 

"We deserve it after so many days apart." The man said, kissing the palm of his hand and taking him again to the water so they could clean up.

Once the filming was done and they had a great party with the crew, they traveled to Monaco to take Jimmy and Sassy with them and stayed there for a day so Max could tend to some business quickly. In the meantime, Checo went to cut his hair with Max's hairstylist. 

They arrived in Miami on Monday at noon on race week and just as expected, paparazzi were there taking pics of them and the kittens. 

They arrived at Checo's villa and Max opened the crate so Jimmy and Sassy could get to know the place while they unpacked. 

To get used to the timezone, they jumped into the pool to stay awake and distract themselves. Max sighed as he enjoyed the view. He loved that villa, he loved looking at the lake as he was in the pool with Sergio hugging him from behind. 

"It's been a year since you've been here." The man said, kissing his shoulder. "So much had happened." 

He closed his eyes and sighed. Memories from the previous year filled his mind. The nervousness of how Checo would act, the man going to that first Grand Prix as his partner, wondering if he still liked him and how much...

"Yes, I hope you wear my merch again." He said, turning around and hugging him. The touch of their skin still gave him goosebumps. 

"Of course. I'm your biggest fan, Max." 

He was right and Max loved that. Having a partner who truly supported him, was proud of him, and also accepted his hectic life. 

"Yeah, you are." He said, enjoying the sun over his face and listening to the birds. 

I love Miami. 

"What do you want to do tonight?" He heard Checo ask and he opened his eyes. 

"We can go back to that place we went last year, I liked it." He suggested.

And as always, Checo obeyed. An Uber took them to the bar but that time it was so crowded they shared the table with a group of young people. That time they were touchy with each other, not worried if someone took pictures of them which they did.

Sergio, as a social person he was, got into a conversation with the people on their table. 

"You cut your hair!" A woman said. 

Why does she know? 

Checo laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I needed it. And the beard." 

Max pouted when he said that. Against his will, Checo had shaved the previous day. He looked handsome as always but Max would have liked to enjoy the beard a bit more. His legs certainly did. 

"Well, I hope we get to look at it more often." The woman said, smiling and Max tried to control his expression. After Checo said he would try, Max caught his attention by pulling him in for a kiss, 

They passed the night between tacos, drinks, and music, with Checo eventually getting to dance with him to Latin music, not caring he was not a good dancer.

He had a great weekend in Miami, having the support of his boyfriend for the first time in the season and it felt amazing. He loved having him around supporting him and looking at him getting along with everyone on the team. 

During the European races Sergio focused on the premiere of a movie he filmed the previous year so they didn't see each other a lot, only when the man managed to fly to Barcelona for a race and when after one, Max rushed to London to join him for a red carpet. 

He was already used to the cameras and comments and even gossip. He didn't have to only deal with rumors about leaving Red Bull or retiring, he also heard rumors about him being secretly pregnant or married, apparently, they had split up several times, Checo had cheated in Bali and he had forced him to stay together for the appearances.

But he didn't care, things were turning more serious as the months passed by and he blindnessly gave his heart to a man he knew would never break it or do anything intentionally to hurt him. 

Plus, Sergio was showing signs of wanting to take the next step. It wasn't obvious or intentional, it came out of nowhere. Checo was probably thinking about it but was giving him time to talk about it. 

But one day, a few days before the México City Grand Prix he let out his wishes in such an unexpected way, that Max was in shock for a moment. 

They were having sex in Checo's house in Puerto Vallarta, his boyfriend on top of him, thrusting swiftly into him while ravishing his chest as if he was possessed, turning him into a moaning mess because of the dirty licks and bits. 

He had his back arched looking for more, as Checo sucked one nipple hard in his mouth while squeezing his other pec with force, Max could feel the pleasure the man was feeling and hissed in delight. 

"Fuck, I can't wait to suck milk out of your tits. They are delicious. So big." The man said, against his skin in a tone filled with desire. 

He gasped, surprised by his words. Yes, his pecs were a bit bigger because of his exercise routine and Checo had found it incredibly hot, but he didn't expect those words. The man would tell him he loved them and get an opportunity to touch or squeeze them without caring about the moment or who was around. 

Checo stopped with his thrust when he realized he thought out loud, waiting for his answer. 

He suddenly felt his throat closed. 

He wants us to have a family. 

"But the milk will be for our babies." He said, running a hand over his forehead, to move the dark hair out of his face and Checo laughed, relieved. 

"They'll have to share. Just like I will share my Max time with them." 

He giggled and kissed him softly, moaning when the man started moving slowly. "So I have to produce milk for two?" 

"Yes, but you'll manage, you are the best at everything," Checo said and moved his head down to suck his other nipple with such force and passion, Max tangled his legs around his waist in an attempt to feel more and find his release. So in love with his boyfriend, the future father of his children. 

---- 

His secret resolution for that year was to ask Max for marriage, he only needed to plan when and where. There were no limitations other than schedules. The place was not the problem, they traveled around the world so there were so many possibilities. He just wanted Max to be happy with the proposal. 

After talking with Alice about ideas and with Carlos about Max, he finally made his decision. 

He talked with Carlos because he wanted to know if his boyfriend had any idea of his plans or ever talked about marriage. Turned out he did, he talked about wanting to marry him and wondering when would be the perfect time.

After considering their schedules and the places they would be, he decided Japan would be the perfect place for the proposal.

Max loved cherry blossoms and after meeting him, Checo was a sucker for romanticism.

He asked Max's team to leave Tuesday morning free for him. So his boyfriend didn't suspect a thing, he scheduled several activities for them.

They started their day having breakfast in a romantic coffee shop, Max being extremely sweet and touchy with him because it was the first time he joined him for a race in that country. 

Then, they rented a rowing boat on the Inokashira Pond and enjoyed their time surrounded by 200 cherry trees in full spring. 

Max's smile made him fall even more in love with him. 

Then he took his excited boyfriend to Fuji-Q Highland, an amusement Park filled with roller coasters that included the scariest rides in the world.

He and Max screamed, laughed, and ran like small children, enjoying their time as a normal couple madly in love. They stuffed in junk food and kept riding rollercoasters until he finally told Max he had booked a hotel room and were having a date. 

They were at the foot of Mount Fuji, so he had chosen a hotel with the best view and made a reservation in a private restaurant. 

He tried to dissimulate as his heart was beating so fast, even though Max was clueless, looking around and talking about how happy he was to be there because he had never visited those places in Japan. 

He listened carefully, nodding when necessary and looking at Max's hands fly around everywhere, checking if the photographer was in his position. 

Then the waiter showed up, placed Sergio's plate in front of him, and lifted the cover and his food was on display. Max was smiling at the man as he laid his in front of him, completely clueless but then gasped when somewhere near his pasta was a silver ring.

He looked at him shocked and speechless, waiting for him to talk. Sergio sighed and kneeled next to him.

"Max, super, wonderful, sweet, and caring Max. Japan is a special place for me because despite I've never been here with you, I remember this country as the host of the race we started our relationship 2 years ago. I remember staying up late looking at my T.V.watching the practices and feeling so privileged knowing I was talking and pursuing the man with the 1 in his car. The one with a serious face and always asking for more. And I remember the butterflies I felt in my stomach when you replied to my text while that practice was still on, you telling me from the other side of the world how bored you were. You had so many things to do and yet you were there talking with me. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you as my partner, but I do. I am the luckiest man on earth. I want to continue being him for the rest of our lives, so, Max Emilian Verstappen. Would you marry me?" He asked, kissing his big and pale hand. 

Max with his watery eyes nodded and hugged him. "Yes, Yes! Of course, I will! Many times if I have to. In this life and others." 

He laughed and kissed him softly, then took the ring and put it on his finger. "I'll marry you in other lives too, mi vida. I would find you and make you marry me even if it took a lot of effort. Stubborn as you are." 

"I'm glad, you are mine," Max said as he sat back on his chair. "I love this. And Japan is special for me too. I remember being nervous as I waited for your reply. I remember I prepared my mind for disappointment. Like, I would tell myself that eventually, you would stop replying so I wouldn't feel bad when it happened, so whenever I got a text back my heart would feel like exploding. I also remember overreading your texts, wondering how you felt and what you meant, and I always tried to keep the conversation flowing with topics that let us have the chance to deepen it." 

Wow

"I didn't expect you to think so much about it, Max. You were so busy with the weekend." He said, surprised with his confession.

The man shrugged with a tiny smile. "I did think about it. I remember checking the time zones constantly and how I got excited embarrassingly fast when I read your text during that red flag in practice. I didn't expect you to actually watch the practices." 

"I did. I wanted things to go perfectly, just like it did. You have no idea how much I wanted Miami to happen." He confessed. 

"Why? Because you wanted us to talk again or fuck?" 

"Both." He said with honesty and he received a slap on his hand. 

"God, you really think with your dick," Max said, exasperated and then spotted the photographer he had hired. "Is the photographer still taking pictures?" 

He laughed and nodded, knowing what was on Max's mind. "Yes, he captured the moment you slapped me." 

Max gasped and looked at the man. "Oh god, he better delete them." 

"No, I'll keep them and even print them for the house. That way our guests will know how you are." He said, pissing him off and Max sent him a death glare.

"I can still give you the ring back." 

After the race, he and Max made a joint post announcing their engagement with some of the pics of their dinner. 

On the next race in China, he was followed through the paddock on media day with reporters asking him about their engagement. Max was also asked about it, despite saying he would only answer questions related to F1. 

They didn't want to wait too long, so in January, they had a big wedding in Monaco surrounded by family, friends, and famous people from the automobile world and Hollywood. 

They went on their honeymoon to St. Tropez for a week and against their wishes, soon the internet was filled with pictures of them at the beach. Kissing in the ocean, Max laying on his back on the sand and him kneeling in front of him giving him a passionate kiss. Him applying sunscreen on Max's body. There were even pictures of him groping Max's pecs as they sat on a beach bed, Max sitting with his back on his front, resting his hands on top of his with his eyes closed, enjoying Sergio's seductive touch. 

Yes, he loved Max's chest and they were married, of course, he would grope him as much as he wanted to. 

They learned about the pictures when they returned to civilization but they were too used to people stalking and commenting about them, they didn't mind. 

Max was in part happy with the pics, showing they were together, in love, and that he had everything Checo needed and more.

----

His life after their marriage didn't change much. They kept the same houses and had the same routine, the only visible change was their wedding rings.

But one mini break between races in spring, he asked Checo a question about something that had been on his mind.

As soon as he finished his stream with his friends, he undressed quietly as Checo already lay in bed looking at his phone.

He knelt on his lap and gave him a wet kiss that took the man by surprise, and in no time he had his hands touching his ass and thighs. 

He was up to any reply but, if his body could help him, he would use it.

"Babe, I have a question." He said, running his hands slowly all over his chest, sighing at the hair on his palms.

"Yes?" Sergio said, with his eyes lost on his dick getting harder and harder, so drunk in the sight. 

He kissed him again, deepening it and playing with his tongue, forgetting for a while he was there on a task. Several years together and the man still had that effect on him. When he realized, he had Sergio leaning on his back as he moaned because he was rubbing his dick on the man's happy trail looking for more pleasure. 

He got so lost in the delicious sensation of Checo's body on his dick, he forgot about what he was supposed to say, giving his husband a show the man was enjoying with his eyes wide open.

"Babe," he whispered again, Sergio hypnotized by the movement of his hips. The man taught him to move them as he liked it so Max was giving him a show. 

"Yes, Max?" His husband asked, looking shamelessly at his body. Wanting the man to realize he was serious, he stopped his movements against his own wishes. 

"I want us to have a baby." He said. 

Checo looked at him with surprise in his eyes. "What?" 

Uh. He doesn't? 

"I want a baby." 

The man stared at him for 2 seconds and then smiled." I want a baby too." 

"Really?!" He asked, hugging him tightly. 

"Yes, amor, I want us to have a baby."

"When?" He asked, biting his lip. He would have to give up one season so it had to be perfectly planned.

"Anytime you want. We'll just have to schedule it because I want to spend the pregnancy with you." The man said, lowering his head and kissing him. 

Max, as a freak control, had it all planned in his head. "It would be in September-October. But we wouldn't have a year on our own as a married couple." He said, biting his lip. "What do you think?" 

"I don't mind. But if you want to we can wait for the next year." The man said, moving Max's hips so he continued stroking himself with his body. Checo loved it when Max pleased himself in front of him. 

"It could be an option." He said, and shuddered when he felt his husband's finger playing with his entrance. 

"So needy. Are you going to be this needy while pregnant, baby?" 

He moaned, feeling in heaven surrounded by his husband front and back, and started grinding faster. "Yes, I hope so." 

"Well, we better start practicing then," Sergio said and threw him to the bed to fuck him in the positions he loved and requested. 

After checking their schedules and projects they decided it was best to wait for the next year, focusing on making sure Checo's schedule was compatible with their plans. 

In the second week of September of the next year, they were totally on board with their task, doing it as much as they could, focusing on enjoying it 100%, and not stressing about the result. 

Turned out Life really wanted them to have a baby because one night in their bedroom in their Puerto Vallarta home just as they had finished their task of making a baby with Checo taking him roughly from behind as he laid half of his body on the dining table, he remembered what he had on his suitcase.

"Wood." He called his husband who was shaving in the bathroom. 

"Yes?" 

He went to his suitcase to pick up the boxes and then walked to Sergio to show them to him. "I brought these. It's been over a month." He said and bit his lip. 

His husband left his razor on the sink and took one pregnancy test, looking at it. "Are you sure you don't want to wait?" 

"Well, if it's negative we keep trying. I'm just curious." He shrugged. 

Checo agreed and after following the instructions they waited and waited for the alarm. 

When his phone rang, he walked fast to the bathroom and gasped. 

Three positives. 

We are having a baby. 

With watery eyes, he turned around to look for the man but he was already there with him, staring at the tests. 

"We are having a baby," Checo said out of breath.

He let out a nervous laugh and nodded. "We are."

In sync, they reached for the other and hugged tightly, happy with their discovery and their new future together. 

Suddenly an intrusive thought crossed his mind. "Do you think I'm ready though?" 

His husband smiled and kissed him. "Of course you are, and if you aren't we'll learn together." 

They kept the news for themselves for precaution and on the winter break they announced it to their family, friends, and the team because for obvious reasons he wasn't going to drive next season. 

In late January he released as a statement a video where he was sitting next to Checo and announcing to the world he was not going to compete that season because he was pregnant and on his 4th month.

After that, he focused 100% on his pregnancy, eating everything he needed to, reading books and articles about pregnancy, giving birth and the first days of the baby, and changing his workout routine to a better one for his condition. 

Sergio didn't sign to star in a new movie but he was asked to be a producer for one. He only said yes because the whole process would be in California, that way he could be with Max during the pregnancy. 

People were happy for him. Their family, friends and fans. Of course, there were haters but he didn't care about them. 

In the sixth month, they were told it was a girl, and they would have a daughter and Max's heart exploded. 

She was going to be the most gorgeous, loved, protected, and spoiled girl on earth. Every night, as he lay in bed with Checo spooning him with his hands on his belly, he wondered if she would look like him or his husband. 

As soon as they knew and made the gender reveal, they started preparing the houses for the arrival of their daughter. 

Just as he expected, Checo was a wonderful father. The man would always make sure he took his vitamins, got his bath ready, applied cream on his stomach, and read and talked to the baby inside of him, making her move excitedly whenever she listened to his voice. 

With the physical changes and happiness, hormones, cravings, mood swings, and insecurities arrived. Oh, and sex drive. Even more. Checo had been right that night they talked about pregnancy for the first time. 

He had managed to control it all decently but it all exploded one night. 

He was alone in their mansion in L.A. with Jimmy and Sassy because Checo was in San Francisco. Despite the contract saying they would film in the L.A. area, some scenes were going to be filmed in San Francisco. 

Max was okay with that, the man had been away for a week and they would talk in the night right before going to bed.

But that night, Max's gut told him to log in X. He found out his husband was a trending topic, and wondering why, he clicked on it. 

Pictures and articles of the man going out of a small coffee shop with a big smile on his face and a blonde woman next to him. The star of the movie. 

Headlines and posts about rumors and reports of them having an affair while Max stayed at home cluelessly waiting for their baby to decide to go to the real world. 

Max felt his eyes fill with tears, sadness, anger, jealousy, confusion, and disappointment. He was a mess. She was blonde, pretty, and skinny. 

He had a 7th month belly and in his eyes was not attractive anymore. 

Wanting to just cry and disappear, he locked his phone and curled in bed, waiting for the sleep to take him into calmness. 

Eventually, his phone started buzzing. It was Checo reporting for their nightly call. 

He didn't answer the 5 times the man called. He was not in the mood of speaking, too confused about his emotions. 

He said goodbye to his kittens and turned off the light, and as he lay on his side, feeling cold and a bit lonely, his phone lit the room up with a text. 

Baby, I called 5 times. Are you alright? Call me as soon as you can, you have me worried. (10:18 pm.)

Where are you? With her? All the crew? 

I'm fine (10:20 pm)

Can I call? (10:21 pm) 

I'm not in the mood. I'm in bed and I'll sleep now. Have a good night. (10:23 pm)

 He gave his back to the phone and fell asleep with Jimmy and Sassy sleeping cuddled next to him, close to his daughter. 

The next morning he woke up, still feeling like shit, and looked at his phone. Checo had replied while he was asleep. 

"Have sweet dreams, amor. I'll see you two and the kittens tomorrow." (10:25 pm) 

He had breakfast and worked out because above anything else was his daughter and as he took a shower, Checo had arrived so he wasn't aware of his presence when he opened the door of the bathroom. 

"Hey, Max!" 

He jumped startled and felt all the emotions hitting him like a rock, eyes filling with tears so he walked to his side of the closet to get some clothes. "Hello." 

"How's my baby?" The man asked, taking off his shirt, probably getting ready for a shower. 

He felt his throat close. 

"She is fine." He said, refusing to look at him. 

"I meant you, Max. You've been acting weird." He found some shorts and was about to put them on when he felt his hands on his waist. "Hey, what's going on?" 

Sergio made him turn around and he saw the sadness on his face. "You haven't been on social media?" 

"No. I've been busy. Why? What happened?" 

Sometimes I hate that he is so clueless. 

Ignoring his shorts, he walked to his side of the bed to get his phone and once he had an article open, he tossed it to Checo's side of the bed.

The man took it with a confused expression and read. 

"Max this is not what they say. This is taken so out of context." His normal side would trust him immediately and wouldn't even feel affected by those shitty rumors, but he was a hormone mess. 

"Then explain it to me. Because to everyone you look so good together and have so much chemistry and allegedly it's not the first time you've been seen together with her." 

His husband stared at him processing what he had just said and then walked to him, making them sit in the bed. "Max, I made a bet with several members of the crew and I lost, well me and others that had the same perspective as me. She was one of them. I decided to pay it all and to not feel bad she said she wanted to at least help me hold the beverages. If you look at the photo I literally have 6 frappes in my hand and there are personal with coffee in their hands trying to help me." 

He felt his lips tremble as he looked at his hands, tears threatening to fall. "And the rumors?"

"Are just that, Max, rumors. You know people love to spread lies about me just for fun. She is a talented woman but I'm in love with the most gorgeous man in the world." 

Max stayed silent for a few seconds and then looked at him. "I don't feel like the most gorgeous man in the world right now." 

Sergio sighed and gently pulled his head closer to rest his forehead on Max's cheek. "Amor, you are. You are literally glowing. It's just the hormones messing up with you." 

"Glowing? Right now I don't think so." Max said and Checo shut him up with a kiss. He responded immediately, having missed those lips for a week. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, amor. I'm sorry for leaving."

He felt tears going down his face without control. 

He is the best husband in the world. 

"It's okay. As you said, it's the hormones." 

Sergio sighed while moving back and resting his back on the headrest, then pulled him so he could sit in front of him and lay his back on his chest. 

"I love you so much, to both of you." His husband said and kissed his shoulders. "And the kittens of course." 

He smiled and sighed when he felt the man's strong hands on his naked stomach, their baby started moving at the contact. 

"We love you too, dad." He said, tangling his fingers with Checo and closing his eyes, letting the man's perfume soothe him. "When are you leaving?" 

"I'm not. I'm taking the week off and it's the last week in San Francisco anyway. Production is moving back here." 

"Good." 

"Yes." The man confirmed and stayed still for a few minutes, then started moving slowly. "I need to take a shower. Want to come with me?" 

He scrunched his nose as a protest. "No, I just got out of it." 

Sergio laughed and kissed him. "Okay, once I come back we have lunch. I have a surprise for you." 

"I want to know." He said, pouting. 

His husband gave him a sweet smile and kissed his pout. "That chicken chowder bread bowl you love so much." 

Max smiled excitedly. The first time he traveled to San Francisco with Sergio they went to eat lunch at a restaurant known for its clam chowder. Knowing Max hated seafood, Checo asked if they could switch the clam for chicken and Max loved it. 

He would constantly have cravings for that dish, pregnant or not. 

"Hurry, hurry." He said, pushing him out of bed so he could go to the bathroom. 

The man laughed and gave him another kiss, taking his time to tease his tongue with his, and making Max sigh in love. "I'll be right back." 

They ended up having lunch in bed, talking about their week, and later Max said he wanted to go shopping for the baby. They took Jimmy and Sassy with them and went to several stores, looking, choosing, and buying whatever they felt their baby would like. 

Later they went to a coffee shop to rest and refresh, Max letting his husband hug him and caress his stomach. 

Pictures of that moment went viral over the Internet and he smiled when he noticed. Everything was as it should be. 

He got his payback two weeks later when he joined Sergio on the red carpet of a movie he had produced too. 

He was very proud of his achievements but not many things felt as good as stepping out of the car with flashes all over them as he walked hand in hand with his husband to pose in front of the flashes. 

He was glad the cameras and the world could see how in love and happy he and Sergio were together, as the man would hold him by the waist, lay his hand on his stomach, or look up at him for several seconds with adoration in his eyes. 

Checo would introduce him and make him part of the small interviews he did, making sure he had a good time. 

He was not a big fan of the cameras but that night, he was. He knew he and their baby were the center of attention and he loved it. He was asked so many questions about her and he gave a few answers but not a name. It was an incognita and there were debates online about how they would name her.

It took them a while to find the perfect one for the girl because they were really picky and wanted it to express something. They knew many people were waiting for her birth and to take a look at her. 

She was the daughter of a world champion and a successful actor after all and had her first red-carpet appearance in the stomach of her daddy. Max was even offered by so many brands of clothes to wear but he opted to use the same brand he always wore.

After spending a day talking about options they decided their baby would be named Arielle.

Checo wanted a name that referred somehow to Max because both of them were the most important people in his life and Max wanted a pretty name that matched their last names. 

Arielle Perez Verstappen was printed and sewn on so many surfaces as soon as they chose the name. 

She was born on a sunny May 11th, at noon and Max was happy with that because he didn't have to wake up so early. 

Checo was with him the entire time, cheering him and holding his hand, telling him how much he loved him and tearing up when they saw her. 

Blonde with blue eyes and freckles, bossing around with cries, indicating to the doctors what she wanted. "Just like her daddy." Sergio would tell him later. 

Max would never forget Segio's eyes the first time he breastfed her and his mind went back to that time he had told him their kids would have to share milk with him. 

At the time and for the first three months after he gave birth he thought he was kidding. It changed one night when they were alone in bed, Checo's jaw resting on his chest as he looked up at him, teasing him as usual.

Then a drop of milk leaked and the man looked at it. Another drop and another.

Shit. Max cursed and started to move so he could get a fabric to clean himself but stopped and gasped when he felt Sergio's tongue on his nipple, licking. 

A sigh came out of his mouth instead of a gasp and their eyes locked. 

"Can I?" Sergio asked gently. 

Max thought for a second. Their baby was happily sleeping with her stomach full so he nodded. 

He looked so good with the wrinkles around his eyes and the gray hairs on his beard. 

The man sucked one nipple with a force he was not used to anymore and he moaned, feeling the liquid come out of him, and it felt so good he tangled his fingers through his dark hair to keep him close. 

They hadn't done it for months, following the doctor's instructions and because their baby turned out to be really attached to them at night. 

Just recently they had managed to make her sleep in her crate on her own which turned out to be good because, after several sleepless nights, she started sleeping the entire night. 

"Delicious as I expected, you are the best at everything." His husband said, licking his lips. He had shamelessly drank the whole milk of his right side. 

"I'm glad you liked it." He said blushing. 

"She is so selfish. She wanted you for herself only." Sergio said, squinting his eyes. "Thankfully now she sleeps the entire night and I have you for myself." After saying that he went for his left nipple and enjoyed emptying the content.

Max learned that it turned him on and ended up following his desires for his husband after months of abstinence. 

He fell asleep happy and satisfied in the arms of the love of his life, excited to wake up in the morning to smile and cuddle their baby girl. 

Just as many nights, he thanked destiny for bumping into that handsome actor that night at Jimmyz and giving him the courage to text him back and invite him on a tour in Monaco.

On the last weekend of the season, Max showed up unannounced. Back to his usual weight and wearing his uniform. He stayed in the garage talking with the engineers and mechanics. He was not going to race that weekend but he made it clear to everyone who doubted he was returning and was going to crush everyone. 

--- 

Checo put on the sunglasses on their cute pale face and she gave him a cute smile, showing her tiny teeth. 

Gorgeous as her daddy. 

"Ready muñequita ?" He asked his daughter as he put on his old brown leather backpack. They were in the car ready to get out, Ellie had her new VIP Paddock Pass.

His backpack, once used for his long trips when he traveled the world for his movies filled with his laptop, snacks, and essentials, now had diapers, cream, sunscreen, a clean set of clothes, and bottles. 

It was Friday morning in the Autodromo Internazionale Enzo e Dino Ferrari in Imola and there were cameras outside. The rumors had spread that he and Ellie were joining Max that weekend and it would be the first time the baby would show up in the paddock. 

It was also the first time he would go back to an event in Formula 1 in more than a year. From late February to late April, he had gone to Spain to film a movie, so he hadn't seen Max or Elliei for 2 months. They had agreed he would join them for the European leg. 

As the years passed by his and Max's fame increased so naturally the curiosity about the baby was high. 

After making sure Ellie was safely in his arms, he stepped out of the car and walked past the photographers, followed by his security guard. 

Cameras were on his face and he did his best to ignore it, trying not to scare his baby who was playing with her badge. He scanned both their IDs and finally walked through the paddock. 

It was still crowded and there were photographers too but it was less invasive. He kissed Ellie’s forehead and talked to her even though her attention was everywhere else. "Let's go find daddy." 

As usual, he was wearing his Red Bull t-shirt and Ellie was wearing a t-shirt of Max's brand that had the lion on the back and she was also wearing a cute pink short with white lace that Max had bought the previous month. 

She was already able to stand on her feet and walk, but he wanted to get quick to the hospitality so he kept her in his arms. 

He smiled and waved at drivers he had known for years and personnel from the teams and Formula 1 waved and smiled at them, clearly excited to finally meet their lioness. 

Once he stepped into the hospitality he greeted the person and let them interact with his daughter. They had already met her but she was younger back then. 

Knowing Max was in marketing duties he stayed at the dining room area where he found Geri who smiled and walked fast to them. 

"Oh, dear! She is gorgeous!" The woman said, kissing his cheek and looking at her. "She looks so much like him!" 

He laughed and nodded, taking off her sunglasses. "Yes, she does! Ellie, say hi to Geri!" He instructed the baby who waved with her cute little hand, making the woman squeal. 

"I'm so glad you could bring her! And look at her t-shirt!" 

"Yeah, she is Max's second biggest fan." He said. 

They kept talking and some members of the team joined their conversation. Until one moment Ellie started babbling and wiggling in his arms, making him stop talking and look at her confused. Then he looked in the direction she was staring and saw him. 

His husband. 

Max had finished his marketing duties and was talking with Carlos and Gemma, his media manager, clearly unaware they had arrived. He only looked when Ellie in an attempt to get his attention squealed and the effect was immediate. Max smiled at them and walked in their direction. 

As soon as he got close, Sergio handed him their daughter. "Hi, baby! You missed me! I missed you too Princess! You look cute!" 

Max had given him instructions about what she was going to wear on her debut in Formula 1.

"Thank you wood, hi," Max said, giving him a peck.

"What did you call him?" Geri asked and Max blushed. It had been years since Max had given him that pet name and it was normal for them but every time someone asked about it Max would flush. 

"Wood," Carlos said, giving her a devilish smile. He knew them and was smart enough to make his own conclusions. 

"What does it stand for?" The woman asked clueless and he laughed. 

Max opened and shut his mouth two times before speaking "Hollywood. That's how I called him first." 

Ahh...those times. 

"You both are really good with meaningful names. Checo, Max told me just the previous day about Ellie’s name. It's so cute." 

"What is it?" Carlos asked, confused. 

"It means lion. She is a lioness." He said, combing the baby's hair while giving her a smile she returned.

"She is a little Max then. We must fear." Their friend said and he nodded. 

"Yes, she is really bossy and quite stubborn sometimes."

Almost as if she wanted to prove his point, she started wiggling in Max's arms as a way to tell him she wanted to walk around. The man immediately understood and placed her gently on the ground, holding one of her hands and walking next to her at her pace and always cheering up because of her effort. 

Sergio's heart swelled. Max was such a sweet, caring, and great father. He was a natural. 

They walked around saying hi to everyone until it was time for Max to get ready for practice so Sergio took Ellie to the garage, where she got even more attention from the team. She was sitting in front of the screens and someone placed some headphones on her tiny head, making everyone laugh about the face she made when she heard through them. 

Max hurried to change clothes and with his warm-up so he could jump in the car and have her sit on his lap, so she could be inside of it and look at what her daddy did most of the weekends. 

She touched everything she could, babbling and then holding Max's hands as he moved the steering wheel with her making baby car sounds. 

It was such a cute postcard the team took many videos and pictures that ended up on their social media and went viral because she looked so much like Max. The lion became her emoji too.

At one point she stood up, with Max holding her by her tummy and as Checo took a picture of them, something wonderful came out of her mouth. 

"Dadda." 

He swore the garage went silent for a few seconds. Everyone was in shock because she had just said her first word. 

They finally came back to reality and cheered, Max hugging her tightly, making her look at all of them confused but then smiling because she understood she did something right. 

"Yes muñequita!" He told her, getting close to her with tears in his eyes. 

She started jumping in Max's lap and clapping, excited that she had made everyone happy. She could have said it to him or Max but he didn't care, she was the best baby in the world. 

When he looked at his husband, Max looked as if he was about to cry too and gave him a silent "I love you." 

As the clock got closer to the hour of the practice Max handed her to him and jumped out of the car so they could go to his driver's room. 

"The crib is already set in case she falls asleep and there are bottles in the minibar in case she gets hungry. I extracted the milk before you arrived." Max said, holding Ellie’s little hand as Checo had her in his arms. 

"Perfect. She ate before we came but I'll remember." He explained. 

Wanting her to have the best nutrition and keep a bond with her, Max was still breastfeeding. That was one of the main reasons he had joined him on the European leg, so he could take care of her while Max was busy during the sessions. They were planning to change that by the end of the summer so she was starting to eat more solid food. 

"I'll be right back, baby. Daddy's got to work." Max said to the baby and kissed her cheek, then gave him a peck.

"Go get them." 

For the first practice he went to the garage with their daughter so she could look at the action, she had of course her soundproof headphones so the noises didn't disturb her. 

She got distracted by the movement around the car and giggled and waved at her daddy when he jumped out of it to talk with GP while the mechanics were working and moving things around. This was broadcasted on international transmission of course and in just a few seconds she had stolen everyone's heart. 

During the break between practices, Max played with Ellie and took her with him to his meeting with the team. 

In the middle of the second practice, their daughter started to get restless, moving in his arms and rubbing her nose. He tried to distract her by showing her the cars going around but stubborn as her father and wanting to make sure he understood her, she tried to take off her headphones. 

"Okay, okay. I get it. Calm down." He told her, putting them back on and keeping his hand on them because she was fighting back. 

He took her to the motorhome and placed her on the crib, then gave her the bottle he had found where Max had told him. She fell asleep 5 minutes later because it turned out she was sleepy just as he expected. 

Just like Max, she loved to sleep and when she couldn't she would be moody and more stubborn than normal. 

He ended up watching the transmission on a screen they had there and smiled at Max when he opened the door of the motorhome all red, sweaty, and tired. 

"Hey, I was wondering where you were." The man said, unzipping his race suit.

"She got restless during the session, and I had to bring her here. You know how she can be, she is just like you."

His husband walked to them and looked at her peacefully sleeping. Checo had taken her sneakers and socks off but she still had her Max's t-shirt and cute shorts. 

"She is so cute." 

"Yes, just like you." He said, pulling him closer by the waist and kissing his red cheek. 

"Thank you for this." The man said, sighing at the attention and the hands that were under his fireproofs. 

"You don't need to thank me, I'm having the best time with her here." 

Max nodded and kissed him. "I'm taking a shower. Want to join me?" He asked with a flirty smile. "It's our tradition." 

It was. They would always shower together on race weekends when Max' finished his sessions and they had a bit of free time. 

They took a shower quickly, indulging for a few minutes in the lips of the other, sighing and growling at the touch of their hands on their skin. 

It turned out to be a wonderful weekend for them. Max dominated the entire weekend and Ellie had a wonderful time meeting people. 

She was such a social baby and so photogenic, everyone loved her. 

When Max jumped out of the car, he ran straight to him and Ellie to celebrate another victory. The baby didn't quite understand what was happening but gladly clapped and squealed as his husband hugged them.

 She was intrigued by his helmet though. When he reached out, she gave him a puzzled look. He had to open his visor and when their blue eyes met, she recognized him and happily accepted his arms. 

Max was asked about the special support he had that weekend and the man excitedly laughed and said he'd had one for years but now he had two. 

He knew their daughter would be perfectionist and ambitious like Max when he saw the glow in her eyes when Max let her touch his trophy. 

She loved it. Her eyes got bigger and shiner, she gave the object a huge smile and touched it as much as she could. 

Once Max placed the trophy with the others in the living room, Ellie would keep staring at them, marveling about how many there were. 

Checo was proud of them too, remembering how many Max had when they started dating. His husband was the best. 

That's the main reason they decided to go out at a club that night for the first time in more than a year. 

Knowing their schedules were hectic, they focused on spending time with their daughter as much as they could. They had gone on dates on their own but not clubbing. 

They kissed her goodbye and told the nanny at which hour they would be back and left. Where did they go? 

Jimmyz. 

Their friends had been telling them for months to go out with them and even had planned it all out for the weekend after Miami's Grand Prix but it was Ellie's birthday so they declined. 

That night he was the one allowed to drink as much as he wanted because Max was their designated driver. 

As he still fed their daughter Max wasn't consuming alcohol at all, so he spent the night with water. But that didn't mean he didn't have fun, because Checo started dancing to him in his drunk state, then pulled him closer so he could have Max's back to his front. 

Unlike the first time they met, they were not shy and got lost in the provocative movements of their bodies, not caring at all about the people around them. 

They were successful, in love, and happy with their daughter. 

"I think this is one of my favorite places in the world," Max told him, turning around and hugging him. 

He covered his face with sloppy kisses making him laugh and his heart fluttered. Several years later he was still so gorgeous and perfect. "Mine too, mi amor. Life is so much better with you by my side." 

"I thought you were going to say your life didn't have a purpose until you met me," Max said, smiling. 

"That too." He said and paused to finish his drink, suddenly feeling the urge to grope Max's body. "You know? I didn't go around asking people's numbers but thank god I asked yours." 

"Yes, thank you," Max said, kissing his cheek. "And I didn't go giving strangers my number but I'm glad I did." 

"Yeah, look at us now. Married and with a spoiled and wonderful daughter and kittens." 

When he traveled to Monaco at that time, he was alone, he thought he would return to his lonely mansion in L.A. to continue with his interesting but monotonous life, instead, 5 months later he had a wonderful boyfriend and two kittens running around and getting lost in all the rooms. 

He took a picture with Max and even though he looked like a mess, the drunkness visible in his eyes, he posted it. Happy to be in the same place they met, together and with a brilliant future ahead of them.

He continued joining Max with Ellie every time he could, and when the man won another championship in September, his husband posted a picture with their daughter, in it she was standing next to the trophy, marveling at its size. 

She grew up happy and gorgeous with the looks of her beloved father, being a fashion icon even though she wasn't aware of that. Many brands had reached out, wanting to collaborate and give her clothes but Max had declined, saying he was not interested in monetizing his daughter and wanting to have the freedom of choosing the clothes she would wear, always making sure she looked cute. 

As time passed by, Checo discovered he loved directing movies even more than acting, so even though still starred in movies he started focusing more on funding and directing projects. 

Many colleagues had reached out asking if he was interested in getting Ellie in a movie or series but just like Max, he declined, wishing for her to have the most normal childhood she could have considering who her parents were, but always saying that if she ever shows interest in acting, they would support her 100%. 

In the meantime, he and Max focused on raising their daughter the best they could, always making sure she knew she was loved and they were also in love.